Lyrics:
shine haaa Shay you here that
Uhh uhhh ayeeee aye aye le
Uhhh uhhh ayee aye aye le oh huu
No long cap no caption new vibe new version believe on God
Or maybe J-Snow and that girl get killed
Would you two shut the
I mean
Young ones
No more interrupting
This is where the story gets good
He he he he he
Not
is heavy
New strain flow I suppose for serenity
You say goat
Scapegoat of the century
This is my escape, a magician by the way
I just sent a song
The Man That I Used To Be
Look Theres Requirements To Be An Admirer
Still The New Version Of Fresh Needa A Nia Or Tyra
So We Can Be Jenny And Swayze
I Told
again.
By any standards, a bizarre reunion!
Is being homeless affecting your game?
I wouldn't know, as I have a home in England.
No, by a home
with no options
If Compton ain't the murder capital, we in the top ten
Drive by with our face painted, like a clown
With a tre-pound, forty shells
You can get on everyone time
Everybody fine
You got nothing to mind
But when ain't nobody by your side
Ain't no cameras for the blogs
No recordings
Yeah, Pretty flacko bitch
Rico Nasty, G4 Boyz nigga g5 Gang nigga
Skip the line I don't do the list no more
She be lying reason I don't kiss no more
(Yung Lan on the track)
First of all, ain't no need to talk about my cars
My house cost more than yours (facts)
Told Rosco I'ma have to sell
ain't it anyway
You woke up scared to find your life passing you by
Don't live with no regret, the regret will eat your life
I never know if you're
version of his old whip.
During the flight, he could see other beasts carrying other voyagers, all protected by the same structures. Out of the solar
not by might it's God in me
That's why I'm gon shine
Grab your shades relax and wait in line
God's time is no fluke
Bad news delay aint gonna kill my
know I'm shining ****)
Imma boss break em off (Break them boyz off)
Imma boss like Slim thugga Meek mill or Rozay
Boss like Boosie bad azz or the boy J
Now my main wifey, dead as shaded chicks,
Official Lost Boyz since the year of 86
And fuck these crooked niggas I could kill em with a passion,
Mazi
All my posse kamikaze word Allah no jihadi
New Edition but I'm feeling like Bobby
Boyz in Da Hood we in da red car wit the shotti
La Di Da Di I'm
When it falls, there is no more surface
Crumbled away into different versions
The conditions hotter than a furnace
And I don't ever feel furnished
more stashing
In six months, I'm cashing
I ain't chasing the clout, I'm chasing clouds
The dark one is out, the new one is proud
Don't see a crowd, but
Gutta butta, Queens, New York City
Microphone cheka one two one two
East Coast, West Coast, this is we do
Get your hustle on, yeah matter
and tall
But you don't show that you know it all
You look scary but you want to grow
By learning many things that you don't know
You try to be better than
Everyone’s sick around me and I’m starting to get a cold
I don’t know why people want to hang out when they’re sick, it’s very American
No one wants
fire, by two sticks rubbin' together
The truth is, many are too scared of new data
America Online, cut off, see you later
Yo, welcome to the new
Did you eat
So what's your plan for valentines day
Ah, I think more fools, yeah more fools
Haa
Deviyon aur sajjano
I'm back again
This is the version
More! More! More! More!
More! More! More! More!
Your goodness. Your mercy. (More!)
I'm hungry. I'm thirsty. (More!)
Your love and Your grace.
A new version, your future for sure
Freud got it right, some families do fight
But who knows their ego from id
Yet I know for sure, when screams are no
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