Lyrics:
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That's why I'm livin' three lives, I'm in GTA
I'm in Los Angeles drivin' a Mercedes
And it's funny because honestly I didn't think I'd see LA
and doowutwelike,
From a lime to a lemon, a lemon to a lime,
Come on, young ladies, let's have...[Good times]
And doowutwelike.
Now, I can sing, I can dance, I
by woman and male
I rhyme about uprights upliftin the woman
For that are superior to handle by any male
Any time, any rhyme, any flow, and any show
by woman and male
I rhyme about uprights upliftin the woman
For that are superior to handle by any male
Any time, any rhyme, any flow, and any show
by woman and male
I rhyme about uprights upliftin the woman
For that are superior to handle by any male
Any time, any rhyme, any flow, and any show
I'mma whoop it like free
Have a pint, have a liter
This that dirty sweet tea
By three, I was just tryin' to grind on a G
Mane same time that Dr dre said
ain't know if I'd see daddy no more
By the time I was seven, we all moved out to the city
Southside, Minneap-, you know these trenches is gritty
Only
thing ain't taking nothing else
I got water on my neck sea creature
Got some young niggas that's ready to delete ya
Tryna put 3 bodies in a 2 seater
I got
run the streets, a young runaway, live for today
When he died, I could hear him say, c'mon..
Time goes by, puffin on lye
Hopin' that it gets me
bein' your girl
And if I am your princess than daddy
You are the king of the world!"
It's funny how life moves in circles at times
To think not so
started to fill in the background and when he started to sing
The entire bar leapt to its feet and began screaming and applauding
By the time the song
Dey call na who this
Any time I hit the cafe
Man dem can not sleep
Dey wanna find me slip I got da grams under na sleeve
This year y3n di agro me y3
Dey call na who this
Any time I hit the cafe
Man dem can not sleep
Dey wanna find me slip I got da grams under na sleeve
This year y3n di agro me y3
No Ceilings 3, that's right
Featuring Young Thug, let's go
(Thu-thu-thu, uh-uh, ayy)
Pull up on your block, old school Chevy four doors (oh, ayy)
I remember Elm Street
The first place I would call my home
I remember Elm Street
Just a young knucklehead moving along
I remember Elm Street
can't, really can't, run can't hide
Young boy, young boy, its your time (Drop)
Run Run Run, run boy run
Shit is dropping three, two, one (Drop)
at three am
With a bottle of rum and a dripping pen
Full of blood and water straight from the vine
Where we both were born in another time
By the edge
the room, make 'em Holy
I run through the city like the red line
Young nigga 'bout to make headlines
Sun-times facin' that deadline
Bout to start makin'
name
Every nigga is called Jaquees, Delonte, Sedrick
I got 3m
I got 3m shining on my feet yeah
You know I'm making noise on repeat yeah
Outta my way I
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two.
screaming "Die motherfucker"
Never showing mercy cause that shit is for the weak
I rhyme with my glock and knock a nigga off his feet
A young nigga, shorts
Can she make a pudding well, Charming Billy?
She can make a pudding well, I can tell it by the smell
But she's a young thing and cannot leave her
'm racing, nigga
Cruise control, I'm pacing nigga
Turn around, I'm waving, nigga
There's a Glock clocked by my pantsline
Young dread head, throwing gang
demons I can't stop it
I got too much sins
Hey, hey
It's the twenty-three, twenty-four
However the fuck old
Always hate it when it rains
Always dressing
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