Lyrics:
smoothies up with the best best
And if you ask me man I'm ready for my next death
I was a fool to try and hide under my necklace
I got my hands pulled out my
silent, I think drooling, possibly asleep
I do love her so
The fence electrifies with a loud hum and blue sparks of light
Accompanied by tinny explosive
bang
Do it on my ones or do it with gang
Jump out cars or jump out vans
They run when they hear that the ting goes bang (Elevate this mix sounds mad)
yeah
It's that good shit right here man
Some you ain't feeling this shit
Right and push it over here with a dick every motherfucking time in town. Check
n choose
Na bro this ain’t pick N mix
But it is what it is
I’m a young man with vision Babyy
So You know That I handle my biz
I show Luv, keep it G
ho)
If you ain't suckin' I ain't fuckin, bitch I'm sorry (yeah ho)
Why you trippin? Is you niggas out yo mind? (yeah ho)
Mix a pill with the purp,
foundation got shook by
One hairy fat man with a guitar
I'm sorry Jeebus
I think I took things too far
of eligible young people
Standing amongst the crowd of adolescents
Struck by the nauseating mix
Of perfume and aftershave i look around
Still half expecting
today I'm gone tomorrow
Yeah
Gone tomorrow
I'm sorry if I never call or text at all
I mix up all the timezones
Man there hasn't been a place that I call
her messin' around town with another man
And you know that ain't cool, watch me
Hey Joe, I heard you shot your woman down
You shot her down
and add it up
Drink up, sup, yeah yup? Like what?
Like Zilla with a B like MUTT
Listen cuz all I speak is factual
Way I live, it just comes natural
Mix in
They like ; mehnnnn you does overdo
Wanna meet ends , cuz they can't get over you
See we don't mix , we don't blend , I can't roll with you
On this
wolf
They did not give three figs
Number one was very gay
And he built his house with hay
With a root-toot-toot he played on his flute
And he played
up)
maybe it's too much to ask somebody take a trip
with a nigga who be hardly home
always in the mix always busy always on the road
all I see
Hello?
Yo, who this?
Yo, this-
Yo, what up, man?
Yo, what's up, dude? Who this?
This is the Black Thought
Oh, what's up, G?
What's good? Yo
Hello?
Yo, who this?
Yo, this-
Yo, what up, man?
Yo, what's up, dude? Who this?
This is the Black Thought
Oh, what's up, G?
What's good? Yo
never see.
Where you could reach
Higher than the rim beyond the farthest extremes.
CHO
I know you’re a strong man
With the will to find your own way
But
never see.
Where you could reach
Higher than the rim beyond the farthest extremes.
CHO
I know you’re a strong man
With the will to find your own way
But
tick-tick-tick
Oh, why 'ya like this?
Man, nobody likes this
We’ve all seen that movie
Stop with the 'my wife' bit
Yes, I’ve heard of Death Grips
Mix my own
two stars
If it's a game, I got the highscore
Got daddy issues but ain't got em with yours
I'm not here by accident, nah, I chose to choose it
Tap, tap,
How I get robbed in cali
I be with cali thugs
Got mobbed in cali
Yeah that cali love
Come chatter mouth
Have my bling black is out
Stick me what
coming in
I sensed a change
Talking about babies
With another Man
Life with the rich
Can't handle the truth
She always gets pissed
Locked into
V1
I was sitting in the bar they call the Orchid
With the pictures of Hank Williams and a thousand other stars
When a tall man took the stage up by
And bullets as they bust ripping air with the lust
Of a psycho on the corner warmer from the heat
Of his strap in his rap claims to be an informer
By hiding
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