Lyrics:
the visitors
When really we just tapping in algorithms from within us
Hidden from getting clutched by the wicked ones
I'm the only physician it's not forbidden
call her every hour she gets chills when I'm near, hey
And I aint even cocky when I'm there
Chillin in the cut with a blunt in the air
Minding my own wit
Nigga but you didn’t execute
Survivals my only hope success
Is the best revenge
He always there by my side
Ben Franklins my only friend
The hundreds
tongue out of my mouth one day when the blood in my beard hit the dirt by the blazers. Would have said 'curb it' like any nervous habit 'til maverick told
(it's shock)
treatment offered by the weekend
this still be a getaway, let's display the sequence it goes:
One for the heartless thievery turning my
of me
Spilling these feelings from empty bottles of Hennessy
I'm a tell my story to the end of me
From the beginning we was chosen by destiny to set us
DUCE
I'm the big fish in the water
Got up on shore and got me some money
Don't give no damn like an otter
My genies in beds Not in bottles
I dream
(drip drip)
Now they swimming in it like they need some goggles
Yeah
Sit back and do my own dance, I got my own plans
I do it by myself, I don't need no
mama
I turned up my sister, show love to my brother
I be likin' all my stylists
Hold on, haircut fresh by stylist
Hold on, new coupe, ain't no
be your man like how ironic
My baby gon' ride I got her cummin' fast like super sonic
Ella es muy inteligente y bonita
How's it going baby I go by TR3V
the bottle to the white man
Before I could sing my ABC's, I had a AK
Before I could count through one, two, three
I had a trey eight
Can't cook roast, but I
rockets in his store kinda look like Osama
Wocky slush don't fucking copy us cop that shit by the bottle
I pull up he getting fucking bucked like it's my
hit the bottom of the bottle
I just wanna take a walk in the city
Ya I want her to come with me
I'm just walking by myself
And I'm not feeling to well
roll, roll my joint, pick out the seeds and stems
Feelin' high as hell flyin' through Palmdale
Skatin' on Dayton rims
So roll, roll, the '83 Cadillac
cut it got the battle axe
And a few times she rush on the real
Get my city right back on the map
She bust it, she push it like a bottle rocket
Baby
The two-faced who pretend liberality but are
Practiced bigots in their own
Mean little spheres i
Didn't tell my daughter whom to marry
But I'd have broken her
comfortable in her own skin
Felt undesired by all the wrong men
I call it the curse of Kardashian
Those days when we were happy with ourselves just seems to be
snaps, tryin' to put Ball and G on the map
Nowadays I own my shit and bone bad bitches
Kickin' it with rich niggaz in rollers, and candy sixes
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yuh, Aye
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
She want a Chanel bottle, she want a glass case
She wanna dig in my pocket, get it
I've been set off by a pretty little girl
I'm like a rocket from a bottle shot free
I've been just explosive since you lit me
I've been up with
exotic cars sold by someone who don’t even like you
Just business to them and should be buying acers of land
Back on topic lyrics rockets I’m the pilot
The name is Big Boi, Daddy Fat Sax
The nigga that like them Cadillacs
I stay down with these streets
'Cause these streets is where my folks at
Better
The name is Big Boi, Daddy Fat Sax
The nigga that like them Cadillacs
I stay down with these streets
'Cause these streets is where my folks at
Better
like footsteps on a beach and love my coffin
Let me dissapear these problems
Bottle in the ocean full of dutches and these backwoods for this weed that I
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