Lyrics:
like I'm friends with Walter White
I think she might be Mary calling for me cause I'm wise
And you can catch me in the night sky glowing late at night
don't you let me, let me
Boy let me, let me
Let me do those things for you
I'm walkin over to you
Meet me by the door
I'm the girl in the 7 inch
pulled over by a state trooper at one point. Now, is it me or to take them about an hour and a half to actually give you the ticket? These guys, right?
Man 1: What?
Mandy: This praising.
Wise Man 1: No, no, no.
Mandy: Oh! Well, if you're dropping by again do pop in. (they
take
me, and they down with the reason
Changing up the seasons, white bunny, red rum
I took it by the head and fucking beat it like a drum
If you got
I'm shady but in black
Niggas hate me in my bag
(Aye)
Drop it you been on the same shit
Everybody telling me to watch out who I hang with
If you held
the back, if she let me
And take your time, baby, getting ready
I want you looking fine, oh, looking sexy (yeah, yeah)
I be, I be, I be, I be, I be turning
Just like Jeffery Dahmer
Well if he liked girls
Put your hands though my curls
If you distance me too long I'll get insecure
And get stingy
But if you
everybody
And if I don't know you then I guess this statement is wrong
Now let me ask you this
What's really wrong or right
Nah screw philosophy
Walter White
Better fall back if you ain’t about that paper
No be shoot bird, my value e don deh go oh up
From the corner of the jungle is a mighty roar
That’s me
up if you wanna buy a half it's all there
28, 36, a 1000, all there
Selling dope by the pot, straight drop it's all there
An I just ran through
those wings
Touch the sky with me uh
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
And if you feel the vibe
Put your hands to the sky
And ride with the Kid
Southwest fly by
a young nigga live it
It's the year of the bag
Mind your own and go get it
Thank my brother for the real in me
Thank my mother if you feelin' me
Bless my
a villain
You can catch on me yo block
Screaming go fuck yourself
Posted up
In 203
Where I be
Gotta problem
Come and buck with me
Got the drop
From yo bitch
a Deacon and the Treasurer at Russell Union Church for many years. His daughter, my cunt Virginia, helped raise me as a child in her home in Warrenton
a school him using the NBA
Let's say your squad play tough
Like they all for it (forward)
That's only gon make me bring a
Sub in like Jamal Crawford
So if
the people wanna (c'mon)
Let's go cause you know we go'n fly (go'n fly)
Get ?
Everybody get, get
Now I wanna see all a my people form a line
If ya with me
creep
Deeper than the page of a book let me look
You let me hit the stage, that's when I got my folks hooked like
No, I ain't never been pimped by
You sure you're ready for this, Meth?
Born ready, brother let's get it
Alright, Josh, give me a beat
I can't believe I'm battling you, no lie
I
the poor is where they take from
Snakes'll tempt you with the apple in the apple
But ain't take one
Picasso with these words, now let me paint some
Asking
the people wanna (c'mon)
Let's go cause you know we go'n fly (go'n fly)
Get ?
Everybody get, get
Now I wanna see all a my people form a line
If ya with me
double sided battle axe
You took words from Yelawolf
Don't believe me, ask Dax
Swimmin' in my own lane
Like a prehistoric manatee
If you're thirsty after
head makes a soft ass
And never spoilt, feel me? word up
[Hook]
[Hell Razah]
We spend our lives in the ghetto
Enslaved by the plague of the devil
In
the sun
If you don't open your eyes
Girl don't let real love pass you by
Ooh oh no
Ooh don't let real love pass you by
I know you know this
But
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