Lyrics:
Under our belt, we huntin' the wealth, you fuckin' yourself off
Don't you know not to go against the Outlawz
We got homies on the front line, livin'
Alright, yo, okay, ay, yo, yo
Okay, who knew that you could monetize crazy?
I've been blowing through all of my savings
Storing my energy,
got to do it by myself
Cause when I'm looking down
No one ever gave me help
Cause I've been walking all alone
On this path without a light
I keep my
up, smokin' up)
But bitch please get yo' hand off my grip (I got a nigga)
Haha, now that's right
And it don't stop right here on W Balls
Nothin' but
on the cobbled floors
No amount of whatever is gonna chirp the chip up
It's "The Final Countdown," by fuckin' Journey
I woke up with shit in my sock outside
me
So here we are
I got a few tricks up my sleeve
I’ve been practicing like you wouldn’t even believe
Isn’t it nice
To feel your own vice
Fill your
My baby
Sexy Cinderella
Its almost midnight
And I've been dieing to kiss you under the moonlight
Sexy Cinderella
Theres no need to run away
I've got are heaven sent
The love of God is sweet like cinnamon
And if he's missing God, I've got to bring him in
Yahweh, Jireh, he's my medicine
feel them
You niggas are my cubs, man, you niggas are my children
If I'm pullin' up, I got it on me and it's one up
Can't say you love the game when
a little kid I Hold on to my dreams
I've been fighting all alone, but Now I'm ready
Got a team, by my side
We all Rise
Cannot come as a surprise
We've been
teach my arrogant ass
I'm blowin' on crippy while readin' the scriptures
as written by Egyptians while sippin' on whiskey
Aye baby you with me?
Oh
a bloodsport
Keep what you kill, fuck if they live
Cause everybody out here cutthroat
I've been quietly waitin'
Deep in my dungeon, my stomach was rumblin',
don't care if you see
Ironically reasonings why I speak
On types beats that's produced by mi
Yea boodag Tom all I scream
Got my own back won't stop none
On top of the world
And these days im rockin the earlobe
I walk buildin you talkin to me like I’m
Robert dinero
How i got my wrist so frozen They
on
Dickhead
I've still got the same vest hanging up on a rail
So I can laugh out loud
Thinking of the times when I nearly fell down
Thanks to my nan and my girl
Better not hear you got caught up, I beat yo' ass
You better not run to your father, I beat yo' ass
You know my patience runnin' thin
I got beaucoup
Better not hear you got caught up, I beat yo' ass
You better not run to your father, I beat yo' ass
You know my patience runnin' thin
I got beaucoup
patiently wanting your Downfall to begin
I've been sipping on gin
With my evil twin
Trying to wonder where the Eight years of my life has been
I've built
call your home
"Live, laugh, love" it's a phrase you know
Come to me, I've got open arms
You to me, my good luck charm
You give me love, I'll take all
but they're not tinted gee
I need these tapes to make delays on all my enemies
You find me posted by the poster of my entity
The fuck you entering
somebody, family need it they'll steal if they know you got it,
God forgive me I been hurt by a couple niggas
That's why I wake up say my prayers and be
can reside inside
In your skin like a ski mask
Become you to complete my task
And I'll go and blast bullets Real fast
Insert them in your chest
I'll
myself
Yeah
You know I got you by myself
Baby tell me you feel that
I ain't even gonna lie but I need you now real bad
I like my rum like my bitch
Dark,
that there, yes that's Nigel, Nigel has woken the
neighbour - my God this is exciting. Nigel's got very excited and
he's going through and here comes
Discuss these ive got you under my ski by irving berlin Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In