Lyrics:
One, two, three, four
And the walls come crashing down
I'll always come back for more
Whenever I come around
One, two, three, four
And the walls come
I be scheming
Ain’t being dramatic
Ice in the Patek
Winning by habit
Uh yeah
God Blessed me with talent
You don’t want no static
Get hit wit this
a daydream
Screaming down the interstate, lightning in the bloodstream
Time flies by like a bullet down the train track
Miles and miles under this ol' hat
and number
All but the outlaw jack of diamonds
And the aces in the sky
He give his sevens first instructions
Spirit me a game of stud
Stakes unscarred by
Alright, alright
Five, four, three
This ain't no
Green eggs and ham
More like, fuck uncle sam
For deductions and interrupting
My saturday plans, I'm
and pull up where I reside where I sleep yeah
I just wanna feel you by my side, by my sleeve yeah
(Verse 4)
Oooh
Know you've seen it all
You've been
my good ole boys
That stay livin this life
So we ride into the night
Gonna take a back road by the Ouchita
Got a truck load of girls and some alcohol
They found his body right next to the levee
Next to the bars and the rusted chevy
They said he was killed by lightning
But all of us know there was
ay)
PH4DE
Got better aim than a IM
If u don't buy then don't try him
WiFi supply, u come by
u best sign in,
Ay
Why is you lyin
Yeah, why is you lyin
a grip, in my bag like a chip
If my bitch start trippin', I'm takin' a trip
If the opps wanna play, I'mma load up my crib
Lil' bitch want dick, I'mma give
riches
Ayo, I'm Murphey Lee the
Schoolboy, the civilized jewel boy
I got not one, two, three, four, five
But six whores
For equality, Vokal, Cammy,
and goblins;
Bought a pair of brogues rattling o'er the bogs
And fright'ning all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three four, five,
Hunt
on the coldest sect
I got chicks butt-naked feelin' no redress
Okay, I'm on my way with a load of cess
But, I got four niggas in my truck
And if you bring
The future is coming and I'm getting nervous
Your learning was stunted by repetitive verses
Ya say Life's a beach but Ya don't seem shore
How can I
tony the blacker baron
My bitches in g-strings covered by donna caren
Mr. tony never leave ya: bye bye!
Versace suits with the fuckin' collar - butterfly
on that level now they finna see it close
Cause four, five minutes till it's over
Don't stay sober
Just take a load off have a drink and let me hold you
His four to hart, and his trey to spade
Three Kings with their legions come
Preparations soon where made
They voted club the days commander
Gave him
another load
You put your trust into your niggas, I put trust into my poles
My 4-5 kickin' like it's soccer
Shoot my shot, then I scream go
Put this beam
on a wild one, I got stitched
Caught up in a fight
I was dreaming, dreaming, oh I saw you last night
(I got a) 4 by 8 on Riker's Yard
8 to 15 I'm
해시택 쌍문동
청기와 가족 플로우
샤호 따라 아킴보
혓바닥 lock and load
구찌에 루이비통
싹쓸이 ice and gold
도봉구의 billionaire
청기와즈 ye we hot as fuck
해시택 쌍문동
청기와 가족 플로우
샤호 따라 아킴보
혓바닥
See, I'm a rare stud lookin to bloom like a mushroom
In the jug, under hot lights, crystalize so nice
When I think twice, I love long summer nights
Capone
Issa must I make it back home
If I don't hear my hustlers poem
Said I got 4 fifths in my whip
Ain't no choice but load up the clips
I been working
Who Are You Lovin Lyrics
Ice Cube
featuring Mr. Short KHOP
Mr Short KHOP:
Nasty girl nasty girl in ya own little nasty world (4x)
Chorus:
We
like my riches
A yo, I'm Murphey Lee the school boy
The civilized jewel boy
I got not one, two, three, four, five, but six whores
For equality, Vokal,
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