Lyrics:
through the fire on a horse
I'll rip with the hippest trip wire force
I'm bad, my nickname's the circuit breaker
Eatin' up the world, acer by acer
There's
shit ain't my fault
Sent by the devil, it pop my demon, know the stalker, mo
We had took three of they niggas, what you think they cryin' bout
Won't
the cho-cha stanky
Listening to Pre, getting dome while I lane switch
Bitches by the three licking coke off the pinky of a
Poster child, you're supposed
John 3:16
For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son
That who so ever believes in him shall not perish but have ever lasting
[ cool Moe Dee ] We are the Raiders
[ L.A. Sunshine ] Of the Lost Art (8x)
[ Treacherous Three ]
This is a funky expedition, a mission, I had
(What, ey, ey, Young Kidd, yeah, ey, yeah, yeah, what, what, ey)
(A prod by Lood)
(This is Golden C)
Andamo' en pagani
Rolando por italy
Seguimos
rips on my sleeves
Another day on the shaderoom, they love sippin' tea
What I do? Why they hate? Why it gotta be me?
I made half a million in the span
Eazy-E (Woo!)
A$AP Yams (Uh), Phife Dawg (Ok)
Nate Dogg, Pimp C (Pimp C?)
RIP MCA, ODB (3 letters)
Big L, Sean P (1 letter)
Craig Mack, Lil Peep (Swag)
the main course
Blank page
Write a verse
Rip it up
Start again
3 am thoughts been creeping up on me
Maybe you should stop it here
And quit while you're ahead
And paste it don't get white boy wasted
This ain't a race work together to raise it
High
Like you just can't get enough
Two or three puffs i just can't give
Pull aim shoot spray when shit is heated there's no time to play
Swerving like a Rip Stick aim with precision with the blick Then cock it
Boom Boom
That's weird
Up it real quick to a nine it a Appears
Call me kyrie I'm living by the sea
Got to stay humble when you fish Like me
Got to shoot three if you
Aye
Roll up another one of them motherfuckers, let's go
3 O'Clock in the morn
And we just
We out here vibing
Yeah, okay, okay
We out here vibing
Yeah
are not with the drama
One time, who singin this
(Who?)
One rhyme, 3 finger ringing it
Here figure it out
But what I know is
Just let me speak
Hit
locked in
Bitch you are looking at prophets, uh
This is too easy yo give me a challenge
I'm making hits, Chris Breezy Rihanna
By now you should know us, we
капли
После ухожу закат
Пока!
R.I.P. Mac Miller, R.I.P. 2Pac, R.I.P. Dank, R.I.P. брат
Я теряю фарт
Если без него не можешь - нахуй нужен
Это просто
singin this
One rhyme, 3 finger ringing it
Here figure it out
But what I know is
Just let me speak
Hit beats and keep going
I'm keepin pace
By the beat
LOCO....I wan you to rip it up for 'em, mon!
Tell us what it's all a-bout...rip it away from {?} bloodclots...
and do it for the westsyyyyde...
I do
riding's at an all time high
Just by the watches I buy and the juice that I fly
Like I'm up, like I'm stuck in the sky
I came up robbin', starvin', Sun
to your basement and listen (you're gonna fuckin' check this out)
Lesson three, get a job at a label, switch demos with Canibus
And put yours
to your basement and listen (you're gonna fuckin' check this out)
Lesson three, get a job at a label, switch demos with Canibus
And put yours
coming by
I done fucked your bitch a hundred times
What the fuck your bitch got on her mind?
My fucking dick
I call her dickhead
Spicy like a Big Red
Yo (damn) Young Buck where my money at man
My niggas is playing what nobody
In here but you, spyder and Mase
There's supposed to be three
Hundred
the street trends
Play around and you'll fall off the deep end
I heard your hooker she likes to do knee-bends
But I got a girl, so I called up three friends
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