Lyrics:
With no wherewithall to check validity of stats
It seems we react to the latest hashtag
Trends like expensive handbags worn by stars
Measure
Picture as you listen am limping towards a goat move
Palpitating Hip Hop my assent is also old school
I'm getting to old for that ish that made you blow up
hit
Hit back Obama that bitch owe for a Russian 1/8th
Hack the servers out these speakers about to fuckin leak
Drive-by hit up in my whip whole block
fresh ass Timbs
Came back on your monkey ass like biiim
Hit 'em like biiim, biim, biiim
Lookin' for a sucker, fucker, I am not him
Lookin' for a sucker
me when I'm limping
She's the super woman type
And hell yea we fuss and fight
But like real couples we make it right
By the end of the night when she's
the facts
Change me, never wanna hate me
All are gonna pray for the day that our worlds collide
Save me
We like to keep it crazy ruthless 'til it blows your
steppin'.
You're swept in a hurricane; Del'll blow your brain,
So your next generations of youth will be facin' the truth,
And the truth is I'll leave you
If These Kids are the Future, it's Gonna be a Dark and Cold Place
Keep worshipping plastic,
Drawn to shiny new things like a crow.
A generation so
this cause you know you're good for me
New generation
I don't wanna go in cause dancing with you not free
I'm getting faded
I don't wanna blow this cause
breathing underscores
Yo, ho! The woes they flow
Rains they fall and winds they blow
Through rivers high and valleys low
Two by two we’ll help you row
I’ll
them (when you're awake)
For at the very break of day
The peanut vendor's on his way
At dawning the whistle blows
(through every city, town
ache)
You'll taste them (when you're awake)
For at the very break of day
The peanut vendor's on his way
At dawning the whistle blows
(through every
flick ashes, got big staus, so I don't
Need a dime, I got big baggage, bitch
Yeah I blow it by the zip
Anywhere I go it's on the road on every trip
Ask my
biblical
Talok ka ika ang ribo
Sa taas, you below me
The chick blows me like a santama
Punta ka sa kaya
Lakas for survival
Walang hinto
Pumunta ka
Takbo
My Crib (Album Version)
Written By Orlane Fernandes
Performed by Staalin
Chorus
My niggas doing it big/ you know what they holding,
Rolling that piff
out your homie for a couple bitches?
I'm only getting money and the motherfucking switches
Think that it's funny drive by and I hit shit
Don't come
Clientele, I'm a goddamn vocalist
My thoughts are so heavy I could change a generation
The x factor, we puttin' holes through inflation
If you hit
Yes we are the pirates
Our missin is to destroy enemies by any means necessary
And those who interfere with prosecution for execusion
Shall indeed be
the motherfuckin' monster is back
Blow for blow, handin' out these deadly heart attacks
My Asian brothers are dealin' out a heavy game
We don't want fame, it's either
See in the jungle we often rumble for loot
Some of us just stumble around high off the booze, shoot
You get shot, shit
Play humble like last year when
Eat that
That what they tell us, we act
Like monkeys, we can't react
Cause cops gon blow our top back
Make it so hard to be black
Make it so hard
dome
For niggas to pass you by, you give out and take that shit home
And when nobody calls, you shout or breaking the phone
Burner in hand, the chopper
a killer view
Scope while I dope as I blow through this inter-tube
Baseline banging, ears still ringing
Daddy never coming home, I'm in it for the throne
I
Finally got to Washington in the middle of the night
I couldn't wait
I headed straight for the Capitol Mall
My heart began to pound
Yahoo! It
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