Lyrics:
the house structure
Like Empire State, the power will surely crush you
As a pun on a radio edit, or nasty soda
I'm colder in the heart when the camel back
Wait A Minute
Please don't go
I need to hit it one more time
Before I let ya know
That I ain't in it for the long
Haul
Nice and slow
I gotta meet up with
fire
And take us higher and higher
By leaps and bounds we advancing,
We edit DNA, and build immense colliders
We open up new
I call up the plug lemme get a Z
And you know my kick game right, I step in air force 1 or mcqueens
Drip too cold like freezer, its LJHUNCHO, nice
to fall in love
Too skinny, too fat, nice rolls, can't wear that
Big thighs, no ass, flat chest
Images created, tabloids so damn fixated
On their faultless,
Highway 15
Started smoking cigarettes in the 7th grade
Like my mother taught me
When she fell asleep driving down, highway 15
I drove just to get
flipping had to get it off by the night
You don't know nothing bout I
When I move niggas know I gotta keep a pipe
From the bottom I grew up too fast
Seven
or the city I live in
We really don't feel it
'Cause you could be nice with the lyrics but ain't got that real nigga feeling
Now real niggas feel this
Fuck
(Ayy, Rvssian)
Yeah, talk to me nice or don't talk to me twice
I been in my bag
Paranoid, I got PTSD, thirty in my mag
I came from rags
mean
Pensacola premium
Cocaina
And everything
Ok ok ok
Ok ok
But ain't no ketamine
Capture my essence
In the edits
Apertures everything
Dope for
By the end day, I realized, I really never had a day lost
Eternal sunshine, I stopped counting my days
You got the day ones but still lacking in better
traveled
Swear one of these days
I'll let it all Out
Why not now nigga
Tried to edit
My thoughts
Fuck it all
Hear it all nigga
We live
We love
We laugh
We
by the camp fire
I been in the sun check the tan line
Sticking niggas up got their hands high
Twisting up their tongue got their hands tied
Threatening
the fifty cal mag its a hand-held.
I'm tellin' you niggas I pop put a shell in you niggas,
My nice watch'll Helen Keller you niggas.
I got whores in
the back
And I'm feelin so true
Got much love for my nigga named Screw
The Kici's in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan
I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him
He
are what you eat Imma feline
Earthgang made by design
Shooting my shot Imma keep trying
Yeah girl I'm in love with your behind, destroy
Everything that
Well I was wandering along by the banks of the river when seven fat cows
came out of the Nile
And right behind them fine healthy animals came seven
nigga named Screw
The Kici's in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan
I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him
He broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas dont
businessman couldn’t even open Ty’s fries
You need to revamp your channel, and put some effort in, actually try
Your channel could easily be replaced by
a G baby nice and slow
But I gotta move on so I'm walking by
Get a scotch in my hand no ice tonight
Welcome to a party in the G town city
Where
don't you let me, let me
Boy let me, let me
Let me do those things for you
I'm walkin over to you
Meet me by the door
I'm the girl in the 7 inch
The magnificent seven
Ring, ring, it's 7:00 A.M.
Move yourself to go again
Cold water in the face
Brings you back to this awful place
on the credits
Larusso in the two tone
Got a nice thing on the futon
Tried to slide in at the front door
You cant enter with them shoes on
Persia where the rugs
put on, I know what it cost
Meadows touched every video in my city
If ain't that I know Brax did
Fact is, that I recognize the edits
So for you passing
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