Lyrics:
hands up in plastic bags
On stage like a savage goin' mad
What? Yeah yeah, so!
Yeah, by all means you know you gotta put Queens on it
Put cream
not lame, I got game, H-you double are - I to the Cane. So get your things hope on the horse you came, I think it's by time you swang.And do your thing
I'm living like hustlers and I'm checking galore
Yo, I have to give it up to the D.O.C.
A Ruthless brother who's down wit the KM.G
So all hail
[ VERSE 1 ]
One by one goes the bullets in the clip
Put it in yo gat, one in the chamber, now you're ready to start shit
Heat comin from the barrel
me is by movin' through computers
Just stay in yo' lane I got no time for prosecutors
I'm so sick and tired of hearing all these different rumors
Don't
had to do it by myself (yeah yeah)
Looking for the snakes, so I move with stealth (whew whew whew whew)
It's on me and no one else (no one else)
I be
Nigga yo' bitch done chose me
She hit me up when she lonely
And we bang-bang til' she OD
So fall back, keep movin
You fucked up, and she choosin
Her
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Kujeuspotih! (Kujeuspotih)
Kujeuspotih! (Kujeuspotih)
of the law I won't ever need a PO
And the flow so sick, so sick like Ne-Yo
Flow so sick so sick like Ne-Yo
Nelly and Kelly I'm in a fucking dilemma
Due to bust
One, Im Raising My Doe Up High, So My Real Kid Can Be Secure When I Die, And Fly To The Heavens Above
Chorus:
Sick As Hell, Yo Im Fuckin Up Ya
One, Im Raising My Doe Up High, So My Real Kid Can Be Secure When I Die, And Fly To The Heavens Above
Chorus:
Sick As Hell, Yo Im Fuckin Up Ya
Huh
Huh
(Call Wano Up Like Make a Beat For Me)
Huh...
A nigga got sick
Had to change up my taste
And once I went broke that had changed up my ways
*(Phats Bossi)*
Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out!
First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out!
Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out!
First
nur menschen.
die sich an ne andre form von liebe wenden.
meinst schinken teilt die krebs kategorie mit tabak
die brauchen auch so bilder, mach was
mach
It's ya nigga Ne-Yo, I come to get ya'll up
u got yo hands up and I aint even stick ya'll up
not anotha fa brothas with baby mothas
chicks in outfits
Tunnel vision can't be bothered by peons
Hopped in a coupe yea this shit European
Sick of love songs now I feel like I'm Ne-Yo
Two baddies with me so call
tell me that he's proud of me
He said you gonna find your way, just always ground yo feet
Victory
They tried to rewrite all our history
My melanin is so
Timbo
Hey, Ne-Yo
Say what? Lo-So
Hey, hey
I'm a movement by myself
But I'm a force when we're together
Mami, I'm good all by myself
But,
quicker than with tyres by Michelin
Heart beat quickening
Full tote technique, no half assed lyricing
Paint the town red til the bar staff sick of him,
Schlangen Richtung Eden
Meine Aura bulletproof
Ja, Boss am Apparat
(Yo Boss, ich wollt' nur mal fragen, können wir noch was kriegen so?)
Kid, ich bin in
and Floyd this
How the fuck we stand by and just record on some reporter shit
That's that Covid 1 9 I think we all sick
Cause doing nothing is the same
So you tryna get some attention by cussing and eating a fucking cockroach?
And Goblin, you get no props on it
It sucks so much I get blowjobs from it
and keep it in doe
Hard to talk about it but you wish you can doe
Dont ask what i mean its like i know you hiding pain
You get excited when it rain so yo
Just as long as you stand. Stand by me
So, darlin', darlin', stand by me
Oh, stand by me. Oh, stand, stand by me
Stand by me
Loco tu forma de ser
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