Lyrics:
the sixty-nine
And so I climb, up through, to the, top of the pile
But see I'm not standing on Gomer
I hit a homer, and I got jumped by The Simpsons
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More than what you came for
You been stained by what you sent for
Got no game this ain't pretend bro
You not
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lady
I can tell by the way you watch me
I like the way that you walk
I like the way that you talk
Oh what that accent does to me
Yeah I still claim
Making moves on the man
Got the game by the throat
See the movement the plans
(The movement)
She wana get inside the team
Really shes to perfect man
MzHayes & I'm Bringing it back got my girls in here and they throwing it back owwww this is a hold up 1 to the 2 to the 213 Got my black shades on and I'm
Era fitted round a good fade
Hey. You lock it down tight like some hood braids
Bae caught me glancing. Smiles when she drive by and waves
Now’s my
never cooked bacon
No sense of order, I'm for a boarder in no land
No hands, I dance, stuck in a trance
Activated by a system created that severs romance
my block 500 degrees
Off in my addy smoking on cali
Feeling the heat i got a baddie
She from the valley 213 yeah
Im in the streets dreaming
Wishing i
they're satisfied
Taste of crimson
This life you chosen will follow you till
They taken control
Like a puppet you're just hung by a thread
Won't be
all we know how to do is count by the dozen, all these bitches callin' on
My motherfuckin' phone, they blowin' on my dick like a fuckin' trombone, Handy
There's no dogs in this universe)
Well maybe I got a few details wrong
But how many boys do you know in your life that would court you by breaking out into
before the world began by your grace I'm free
Your Holy Spirit comforts me I love you faithfully
(Chorus)
My Jesus your closer than a brother more than my
and self-hate is my birth-right, see?
Fratricide, homicide, suicide, genocide,
they want to kill the niggasand wetbacks silently.
Fueled by hate, fear
drives by
That's right ese
Kicking up nada but reality
So if you putos don't know
You better recognize
Gang-banging like a motherfucker, down for my shit
And that skin kissed by the rays of the sun
West coast gold coast
The west side
The best side
I wanna hit from the back side
You already know who's
It was 213 i got my blackberry curve
Up all night, web surfing
A brother Sociophobic
All friends back then, i be picking from my phone screen
All
Pierced for our transgressions
By Your stripes we have been healed
Oppressed and afflicted
You poured out Your life unto death
Dead in our sins, You
never put our bros over any bitch
Never fold nigga for the pigs
Get ya bag and never trip
Yea we livin by da G code
All dat in a bag of chips no
Don't hit my phone I'm too busy
213 On his toetag
Just took a flight to the bay where the hoes at
Wet a nigga up like Kojack
Pull up on the plug, running
He the Lord of war bitch what you know about him
So just by default I'm the one that you should bow to
Feeling like a God I'ma have to trash your altar
whips I'm in
Rollin slow
Living fast
My past self I done surpassed
720 she be blowing up my phone
213 that girl wont leave me alone
Knock out the pussy
locked in since Dirty had that Honda
Talkin 213 W Moody yeah
That's where you could find me
I ain't asked for them problems
But I stood and handled mine
shout-out to Bitcoin
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E lonnn
Bezos
I get the pesos
Ima C E, O
Nigga I sign the payroll
Life a featured film, but Trust me I do not play roles
I’m my
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