Lyrics:
in this game
Third flow switch about to go insane
How the fuck can your man
Go have a dance
Post it on the gram
Wait
"Fuck that"
I get it
Did you get
the arrow
Scared to care
I'll spit out shit pray something lands
Made by hand
No band but can stand
Suckin', feelin, really, fuckin, lame
Might be just
bout no nurse shit
I just got a pack and took care of it I nourished it
Bands up and we flourishin'
Don't care what the turf it is
It's a money
the pieces
Feeling like a dirty shoe, bitch, how I got these creases
Now I'm by myself, just doing me, running my bands up
You got a man and that boy joke,
Man I was in the field when they Raided
My home up in smoke hella Changes so I'm banging
I'm tryna get the whole family Together if we stand together
These niggas bullshittin in the zoo, we the last hope
In marathon blew stealing honey buns
Take a nigga sticks I got 21
Counting 21 bands I was 21
Seen yo
I'm finna hit again
Yeah watch me flip this band to a motherfuckin' ten
Yeah I just flipped two K now it's fuckin' seven
Yeah we smokin' back to back,
Stop now, would you really want to know?
Living in the underglow, holding on by a waist band
Stop now, would you really like the change?
Hoping for
put they hands up
Rolling over bands huh
Hard to keep my pants up
Ain't no money for the dancers
Just the fam and the man, huh
Self supporting we demand
to emcees
Fall back and freeze
Apply pressure to your knees
Burst to please
Lyrical Hercules
Keen to rhyme schemes with weezie the one man band machine
Yes
hinting
Need me a couple bands, not to mention
If I want it, bitch yo man gone buy it
Tempted by this thang ,He know he had to try it
Treat em like a dog
Sugar gonna kill me, bruh
I need that calciferous sulforaphane, you feel me?
Hard to swallow pills make it hard to follow thrills
Feels like
the beats
Yea we murder murder leave ya body by da fuckin beach (right by da Oceanside)
Slap a beat and turn it to a muscle man yo she fan (she a fan)
I don't
And now, the final frame
Love is a losing game
Do do do do do do do do
Played out by the band
Love is a losing hand
More than I could stand
Love is
work to make home, anywhere.
Dance bands, first class. wanted for easter carnival and celibration. Milltown Carnival committee
Young man, successful, 30.
the things that you do to me
So I skate fast, I got both hands on your big ass
I got eight bands, I got Ray Bans
I'm not getting by
My nigga know we made
Uh, one, one, one
Peace, peace, peace
Uh, yeah we come in peace, peace, peace
Uh, from the west to the east
North to the south
In the belly
not yours to take.
You were my hero,
But your motives are fake.
Ten thousand people,
Divided by one.
And even still I have just begun,
A struggle
a ring when I choose to
Because by now I have found
That the nicest rings are on a merry-go-'round
I'll be blasse
With any man who's motives are base
Criminal smooth ft. Red & dibby Sounds (Prod by Ataxia)
(Djeemy Reduzi) :
Quand on est pas 6 on est 8
Bois son pussy comme un yop
Faut d’la magie
Hey, Marcel Marceau, people tell me you're getting old
Well, is it true, man, is it so, or just a pack of lies
I'm singing this rhyme to the life
You took a wrong turn
Down by the waterline
I heard they had to drag you off the sand
Find a dune and the wind will miss you
Hold on to a piece
blows
Each of our hearts make up equal parts
And they're bound by a cause that can't be held to man's laws
Facing the odds as human lighting rods
We grow
All of my friends they be doubtin' me
I just made a band now they follow me (Check it)
I just blew up now they all on me
We in the field don't you
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