Lyrics:
of a record
Just respected by others as the man with the solution
An artist of the 80's came and left his contribution
On wax, relax, there's 24 tracks
Fuck you mean I can't go get it
Battery charged by Ebed
When tragedy is you limit
Count to three then forget it
Can't you see that we livin
Can't you
[Raed]
Bahls libera esse beat
Chego em cima forte e faço um hit
Com a letra, seda, Beck e Bic
Thug eu to crip nesse trap skiii
Magro chato
Call me da’ plug,
Então não se assuste
Colete Pace, don’t push
Polo turbo só no rush
Smoka tipo Bad and Boujee
Call me da’ plug,
Então não se
tanto sentar
Acendo esse beck ,só pra relaxar
yeh , yeh , aham,
Só um double, push, yauh , yeeh
Oou , oou , yah ,yah, yauh
Lembrei quando a gente,
be the death of me I know
Don't take me from my Lis so
Touch me
If you want to cause I want you
Touch me
Let me push all my love inside you
Touch me if
you (Where are you?)
Funny how I dreamed you'd still be standing by
I had you at my beck and call
I called you any time at all
I guess I took too
is a racist, Glenn Beck is a racist
Gaza strip was getting bombed
Obama didn’t say shit
Heavenly Father may I holla at you briefly
I wanna meet
I drink Moet not Beck's beer
I stay dressed in slick gear
Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean
I see you when I get there
And it's a fact I keep
kush (Aaah)
'To chapado de budd (Chapado de budd)
Ela é bala push (Ela é bala push)
Xota rosada igual blush (Aaah) e
Passo meu dedo igual touch
Bolo
church
Push it push it smack down raw put that limit down
Pack that with the perc
Smoking on that og od sour kush that holy purp
Like jesus got holy
push me away
Why do you push me away
Why do you push me away
Why do you push me away
Performed by XOX The Artist and Garrison Smith
Written by Xavier
Yeah
Hah
Yo
Ugh
Yeah
(Verse 1)
He went from a street kid doin regular street things
Straight to a street king
Takin over the city, block by block
be standin' by
I had you at my beck and call
I called you anytime at all
I guess I took too much for granted
I never thought I'd lie awake
count my money
You look so sexy to me
And it might sound funny
But I would by a O-Z
Just to get you in my bed room
Drug dealer, girl
So you could
was all on my own
They was hurting me more so we don't get along
Steady push them away, can you leave me alone?
I been hurt by too many, my heart really
and Beck's and first class flights
You name it niggaz had it and still got it
Always rhymin with a pardon
like Roxanne I'm about to cold _Get
[Chorus]
All we do is get money and get real high
Push Benzes and 85 I's
New World Order, got ya ready to run and hide
New Millennium, we will
really loved
By a hand that's touched me, and I feel like something's gonna give
And I'm a little bit angry
Well, this ain't over
No, not here, not
out
Our second summer of love and I wonder
If this time the sun will not go out
Can you stand by your love
After push, push comes to shove?
Can you
the harvest they wouldst reap
He must n'er become a slave to this Child's beck and call
For she must never waken from her Crimson Sleep..
The monastery stood
the harvest they wouldst reap
He must n'er become a slave to this Child's beck and call
For she must never waken from her Crimson Sleep..
The monastery stood
spit up (Okay)
Yo, you gettin high...
Then smoke up smoke up smoke up smoke up smoke up smoke up (Okay)
Bitch, you want to fuck...
Then push up push
Yeah
Hype
Pressure on my chest yeah I feel it push down
Push down push down
I feel it push down
Pressure on my chest yeah I feel it push down
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