Lyrics:
Yo, i been chillin by my Lonely
Yeah, I been chillin by my
Yo, yo
I been chillin by my lonely (Lonely)
Tell these leaches get off me (Off me)
A toxina te leva a loucura
Baby, achei a salvação e a cura
O anjo ainda me ajuda
O diabo me chama, seu filha da puta
Dia cinza, céu azul reluzente.
a ride with me
Baby
If you coming home with me (With me)
Know I got the key (The key)
Got everything you need for
For just you (Just you)
Just you (Just
special keys
Triple locked and been down defiled
It's a V. S. I.
Throw a case of plasticine down
Baby I can immolate
And it's rotten in my rounds
beats, baby)
Great John on the beat, by the way
I don't care if it still stink, I'ma leave her alone
Even though she out here wishin' R. Kelly was
jails
In the cell, countin' days in this livin' black hell
Do you feel me? Keys to ignition, use at your discretion
Roll with a 12 gauge pump for
(Naw forreal baby)
(This lonely shit getting old man)
(Just waiting for the right one to come into my life)
(I'm still trying, I'm still searching)
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
vício antigo de pegar uma dama nova
Lábios vermelhos estás no ponto vou-te chamar de cherry
Sorri que pode acabar sweet sei que queres sentar no chantilly
When suddenly Johnny gets the feeling he's being surrounded by
Horses, horses, horses, horses
Coming in in all directions
White shining, silver studs
by the hills
Near the water so surreal
I need a yacht just for the bills
Oh you a baddy for the kill
Freak so much that I got still
Baby wit that Flix
Mike Strange
Welcome to our world
Turn your CD's up
Woo, yeah, ah (motherfuckers think they know us)
Guess who's back? D-Twizze, O-Trizzy
Back when I was 8 or 9, had it in my motherfucking CD player every other day
Bumped DMX with some blueprint Jay
Outkast with a little UGK
My dude Tech
what you want but the game got me cheese
With bitches on my dick since my last CD
I went from young black & broke bro' to dub the inevitable
burnin' CD's 'cus she runs through deposits
You know the team, I got Mets on the keys
Loyalty and honesty the only things I need
Underdog status, rep it
yeah cause I got a key
If I go all out? Tonight I might
CC CC make you CD
I can buy you things buy you CD
So what we're young but still grown
Still
all my stuff and all you find
Is a pocket full of money, count seven G's
Now you wanna think I'm sellin' keys
Cause I'm a black man, but I run my
for my burial
Now when you visit this loner for his funeral
Bring mixtapes, old CDs of Shakur and Hov
He don't need your company, he need a record
of condemn
I'm this jungle we call the town in the city of sin
Where niggahs start packing 9's by the time they run 10
And by the time they 18 they locked up
barely had clothes, and when it snowed,
And temperatures droppin' below zero, you know I froze.
No CD's, a black and white TV, a seat is a rubber tire.
and play, but now it's dangerous
Black kids playing ball in the street, and having fun
But Karen doesn't like it, so she dials 911
Now the cops roll by
healthy for you?
Black lives matter, we one Pangea
What's healthy for you?
One time activist, post, delete it
What's healthy for you?
Roe got a baby, she
"Fuck Kream" they know exactly where we be (exactly where we be)
Spice Lane, Stone Ridge, by the Mickey D's
On the same block where we lost Baby John
beepers, baby, ha ha
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