Lyrics:
phrase 'Lyte as a Rock?'
It's explaining, how heavy the young lady is
You know what I'm saying King?
Yes my brother, but I would consider 'Lyte
corrupt like an ISS
I don't know how my world keeps the shit revolvin' with viruses my home's involved in
How can I call it home when I have to go to my
inspired by it
Flow in my blood priceless
Heart of gold selling soul, I'm delighted
Stay bold entertainment they like this
So quiet but I let it be known I
his fuckin' leather
I'm not bow-legged but old school like red fox
My favorite colour in my hustle days was red tops
My gold eagle arm shitted out a red
Abe, andrew
(I like my men Presidential)
I was with Ulysses for a few
(He was something like a rental)
But none of them compare to you
(Baby you just
I’m a king, this is my world, everybody love my rock, feel the rhythm of my sound, just look the darkness, how is coming out from my outfit like
Watch How I Rock
Watch How I Rock
Gold by the pound I'm flexing
Yo chick at my house getting naked
I was born for this imma thoroughbred
No leash around
the sky.
I'm the carry-out kid when my trigger's in cock.
I'll be carryin' out bodies stiff as a rock.
Carryin' out a million dollars in my pockets
probably gonna rock ya world
So come on baby
I've been lonely lately
So come on hold me
Let's make a baby
Calling my lady girl, calling my lady
Don't
by one name, say my name say my name
Andrew, and I don't have any hands for you
No psalm or religious shit Matthew
Now all I got to say is fuck you
a minute, listen for the horn
I'm down in Atlanta to see my bitch
She go to college, she model, and she got chips
Rock La Pearl lingerie
Tattoo on her ass
Moonshine, gold watches, gold rings
All fake, no bling, don't hate, that's my thing
I've got new clothes, old clothes, vintage, tremendous, endless style
the gold gold
That fly shit I've been on
That fly shit I've been on
Shit I've been on
It's Bun B I'm PA's own
PA's trillest chilling in my PA zone PA zone
I
stared at by Confederates but hard as hell
Tight jeans penny loafers, but I still drink a Bodine
Staying on my me shit, but hated on by both sides
I'm
the sky.
I'm the carry-out kid when my trigger's in cock.
I'll be carryin' out bodies stiff as a rock.
Carryin' out a million dollars in my pockets
opponent
M.C. Ice T just microphonin'
33 and 1/3 revolutions per minute
This record is def because my heart is in it
Vocals laid by the Ice,tempos tight
the largest, hardest smartest label in town
Top Dog get down
Radio won't play me, but still I got the kids around
The world goin' Kid Rock crazy
Wicked
my rents had bank
But all that's gold non't always glitter,
So I'll take another puff from my one hitter
I'm a slave to the trade I'm paid
I'm gonna live it up, just live it up
I feel like I can take over the world
If only I get my dreams out
Pull gold from my soul
Pull diamonds from my
blowin' up the world, I gotta get mines, I gotta get mines.
I gotsta get mines, yeah
I got put on by DJ Polo, cut the record, "It's a Demo,"
And started
blue Invicta
That my sister got for Christmas
Rock shit every world I pick (Yeah)
Pop shit every chance I get bang
You better not throw up one of them
The lights are on
The ships have gone
I''m fine and dry and much to my relief
I''m flying high
To beat the sky
And One by One my blues lie
lyrical rifle pull up like it's Bird Season
Brrp bap bap drop a grung Like Bird feedin
Who mi a talk every deejay inna the world heed this
Mi come fi tief
thin
The waters getting warm so you might as well swim
My world's on fire how 'bout yours
That's the way I like it and I never get bored
Hey now you're
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