Lyrics:
This is the last time
I know I'm 'bout to drive you crazy
Last time but I gotta see my baby
I know I swore that I'd never break your heart no more
I'm getting lyric (Lyrics) my words blowing hemispheric
I'm never gone stop on the track and leave business
Unless the money coming in independent
eyes[01:17.41]Heat me up quick when he grab me by the thighs[01:19.71]The way I watch my nigga back, you would think I'm his spy[01:22.15]But aye, back to the bum
Can't stop I need some help.
Fuck you, I'm by myself
Is it a true or lie?
It's what you can't deny.
'Cause it's the whay you think
Mix with the pills
Can't stop I need some help.
Fuck you, I'm by myself
Is it a true or lie?
It's what you can't deny.
'Cause it's the whay you think
Mix with
I'm pretty sure I owe it You
This world'll break your heart God
I tried to play it smart, tried to play my little part
But this life was just
going to the booth with that heavy spit
I'm heaven sent
You know what it is
When I’m spitting bars off the dome
Off the top
Every morning every night
You
beat by the kid
flipping like Denny’s you scramble for penny’s so how does it feel when they betting on migs
I’m getting dizzy woah
white girls in rome
beat by the kid
flipping like Denny’s you scramble for penny’s so how does it feel when they betting on migs
I’m getting dizzy woah
white girls in rome
planet don't play by the rules
These new artist got me really confused
I got the sauce you can't get a drip
She want my heart all she get is dick
Money
a victory you gon' hand 'em
No Phantom, slabs and 4's
Money pimps coming through, so nigga grab your hoes
Trying to sip some'ing too, so nigga pass
the plan I ran through it quick
Hunnid band that's the plan I'm still in the mix
What they saying I'm the man somewhere with your bitch
Niggas broke ain't
controlling me hard as it gets
Watch your mouth cause I'm bout to get pissed
Close your mouth cause it's making me sick
By myself I ain't into the clique
By
bop, bop
You get the message, hotter than Satan
Higher than heaven, shoot for the stars
Never contested, nothin' but net
Bitch on my box and I'm Kevin
on and now we gonna be blastin'
I'm married to the game and every year's the same
Bullets rain all season
Heaven and Hell is only what you believe in
handouts
Cause they know that I got it
Skinny ass nigga wearing mix match designer
Glock 9 half a P sitting on my counter
Got caught by the folks
Now I'm
like I'm Cyrus the Great
Run that shit back, bitch run that shit back
Pulled up to the scene with a couple hundred racks
Racing to the money like I'm
Halloween I'm grabbing your goodies
You look like a snack you get ate like a cookie
She say she like toys so I gave her my woody
She say she like toys so I
four so it's RIP Bean
I stand on my money, i'm going so high up in heaven
You look up and you seein my knees
I told you to come pick yo girl from
came to develop and grow like a garden
But I'm pulling up if you speaking on my dearly departed
Leave they name out your mouth, take my word I won't
Kenny Parker on the
mix!
[Special K]
Yes yes I'm Special K
On New York's Two show on WBDP
This is the brand new one by KRS-One
with your money if I was without any house or was hungry and you had thousands
and thousands to fund me, I'm 17, and you are a child to me, how funny
rising like a stock
Just investing in the flow
When I'm looking at the clock
It's just money on the dot
And this gas come by the pot
So I keep a thick one
feels like heaven
They calling me the dude no Devin it's for my sevens
I'ma ride if I'm summoned, I abide by nothin'
I'm my own damn boss, I can put
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