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It’s more vivid the image embedded in my mind
I look around and really I see a fake smile
No time, when the tickets down
My rolex style don’t
Tony blue gotcha
This lifestyle's only for mobstas
I gotcha
We goin to dinner spot round ten o'clock
I'mma drive by beep da horn then spin
swerving by my lonely, got the bag, I had to run it up (skkrrrt)
I always been the type to shred yo shit, I never gave a fuck
If I ever shed a tear, I’ll
Verse 1
So you think you got me sussed out hard
One minute sending messages like works of art
Then you vanish like light vanishes to dark
Thinking that
line at the back for drinks at the bar
You know you ghetto when you try to do a ghetto song of your own down coming out down south
You thought Kardinal
breast
Wait a minute
Catch my breath!
Candied yams,
Scrambled eggs
Crazy rooster plucked my leg
King nose, garden hose
Watchin' all the flowers
right now!
You got me screaming oya o
And everytime you kawo e soke, I no go lie you calm my nerves
Ah ah ah ah ah
I need you here right now
I need you
a way, so precious life can be X2
Checking on my cellphone looking at the wall
Then leaving my room, and now walking down the hall
Exiting the building,
bussin
Nigga turned into the feds, wanted To choke me by the dreads
Cause I was fucking, buzzing and She was loving, cuffing
20 minutes later, she went
here by myself when no one came alone
Got 10 bitches with me they all got on a thong
Come pour me some lean inside my styrofoam
When it's prime time
It was an upset
In two minutes flat
We're back on the freeway
Foot to the mat
I can't understand it
We had it down pat
It's very upsetting
get it
Liquor hangovers, weed medication
New York City, L.O.X federation
Any jail cell, our music is meditation
You don't want my niggas to act up
Ciebie zaskoczenie
Nie mów o ulicznym życiu
Jak o wielkim odkryciu
Tylko bierz się za rymy kto
Mocniejszy ten w użyciu
Mikrofonu gramofonu scratch'u każdy
x,just O.B. E.
5Outer body experience
6.astral body, cant limit this
7.dab on em cuz I'm really it.
8. Sauce nigga no marinara
9. Lost, nigga they
'packin'
Shoot a motherfucker in a minute
I find a good piece o' pussy, I go up in it
So if you're at a show in the front row
I'm a call you a bitch
[Intro/Chorus x2]
Back by popular demand
Doin what?
Goin each and every place with a mic in my hand
Who are you?
Tha emcee letting you know what I'm
in hoes
I roll low-lows, love how it glide and glows
Provided by the fact I supply them O's
I'm the coldest in the streets, that's why they chose
What
the ransom
[chorus x2]
Its the T E are are O are squad, nigga get it right
Its the nigga joe the don
And the kid flow hard, ask the clique
Niggas be
flashed the grossest fangs in show biz
Jumped out where it's open:
"What's yours?"
"Um, Jenny, um..."
5 o'clock with the ten-penny sum
Sprung colassal
Rolling everyday on the wheel when my enemies see me
They keep thinking how to bring my down everyday I keep surviving by the grace of Ja
(by the grace
wait for that five o ten to come up the line
I can hear her movin' early in the morning
Before the sun come up way down the line
She don't stop
'Cause right by I'm walkin'
Every five minutes it's a second guess
She knows how I'm doing
No mystery to it
I try to look away, but...
Can't stop girl
of them old cock mags I bought down fcukin town centre
I works hard all day selling the draw
Drinking the beer and being chased by the law
I gets in from
hidden hills 9pm
I gotta figure that shit out!
I see you tryna figure it out!
Hey
Ten years down the line
Niggas gonna be like, sMUCKERS is
Legendary
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