Lyrics:
you know but really don't" - put it in your "Diary"
I'm quick to knock 'em out, they comin in three spurts
I do like Spielberg and see that yo'
me Pac vibes
I could count a million with my eyes closed (yeah, shut)
One day I'm in three different time zones
And really I don't like phones,
can't help but be in overdrive
Everything is lit when we arrive
Even when I have my dark days
Supreme gone always stand by my side
Truth be told
Wish I
Saturn[00:46.76]I'm the eighth day of creation, yeah, I'm Octavio[00:48.34]Shut yo mouth you be runnin'[00:49.22]Hit a lick on your block[00:50.40]Take a piss on your
the masses its the best I could be
And when you're too far gone
You'll wanna shut your flooding mouth and watch me prove you wrong
I see your nose straight up
(uh, uh)
How you deal with all that hate? (uh-uh)
Shut up, bitch, don't give me migraine
And your girlfriend like my drip (drip, uh)
Happy birthday
him?
Every day it's constant noises
II have no other choices
You can shut up now
pull a fast one
Fifty cent flashin they hate us wit a passion
Mashin, still fresh in three-day old fashion
Your plaid, I'm stripes, together we be
gal that wears her hair up high
The fellers all whistle when she walks by
Why don't you mind your own business (mind your own business)
Yeah mind
group ever did it? Three 6
First I got married to money, then to the game
I just got married again you play with my wife
And I'll blow out your
Step by step,
Day by Day,
Piece by piece
Live your life
As a slave
On your knees
Step by step,
Day by day
Back to chaos and decay
Shut your eyes,
a bad bitch shut your damn mouth
New fit with the Nikes I feel cool now
New drip I feel icy I feel iced out
Broken heart I feel so dead I feel so out
can't even self destruct until my brother out of jail
I'm still inhaling I hope
I get to Heaven one day
No triple 6s on me
I got 3 sevens like han
I got
ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
And you and your mic can ease on down the road
Assholes are like opinions, everybody got to have one
Shootin' in
Cross my T's
And dot my I's
(Dot my I's)
Driving down the 290
I might fucking crash fucking crash my ride
(Crash my ride)
Maybe you should shut your mouth
take your cap
Bustin' off, dusting off the softest niggas
Money with the biggest mouth, yo, let's off this nigga
Up North this nigga never made
get dirty
These n***** like to talk bout nothing
Try to tell you how I duzzit
Like they really down from day one
So I'ma let em run their mouths like
get dirty
These niggas like to talk bout nothing
Try to tell you how I duzzit
Like they really down from day one
So I'ma let em run their mouths like
about
Oooo yea
Now we doing what it do, yea
We invested all the time
And I just, hope my brothers
Follow through, yea
I know by the end of the day
Imma be
Every day I'd watch them beauties roll by
And sometimes I'd hang my head and cry
'Cause I always wanted me one that was long and black
One day I
"kid, we found your name on a envelope at
The bottom of a half a ton of garbage and I just wanted to know if you had
Any information about it"
em down
Moon come up and sun is down
Tool untucking son is out
Tuckered out
Do you enjoy your youth?
Yeah? Shut your mouth
I never came to play games
on this planet
The phantom of crime rap, niggas is left stranded
Shut down your operation, closed for business
Leave a foul taste in your mouth like
money where your mouth is
Doin' petty crimes, back in the days
Too much OE, tipsy off the whiskey
Pick up the-the-the-the mic, the-the-the mic
Put
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