Lyrics:
Been trapping by the pound
Been trapping by the pound
Not a word not a sound
Move around move around
I come from Memphis
I come from them trenches
I come
Before I put it in I smack her ass (smack it)
Pull out my iPheezy, hit record, turn on the flash (haha)
We gon' make a movie like Ray J and Kim
It's a beautiful sound
When they all fall
Like a million raindrops
Falling from a blue sky
Kissing your cares goodbye
They all fall
Like
by sayin' his name?
When all I gotta say is you's a bitch
Yeah, I'm talkin' to you nigga
You ain't no killa, on the riz-illa
So High Beam my nigga,
And it's going to be your life by the sounds of it
And I'm just so proud
I just had to call and sound like my
Cheery self when I'm happy
So anyway, it's
bread street
That's straight cash, me and Belly with a hunnid Arabs
40 sound like a plane crash
I can't get away
Money keep on falling (falling)
cock straps too
And we blast on fools,fuck you over
We smoke niggas too, like Black Rob do
We straight criminals, fuck an interview
J-Prince will
filthy that the crowd starts drowning
By the sound of my harmonics, casting spell with melodics
So constructive, my words enter the conscious
Pounded
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
The memories I cannot erase
PRE-CHORUS:
You should Know
You should know that
You should know
Infected by the sound
You should know
You should know that
You
on
We're like Snoop and Pac
And that's the way it is
I don't love you any more
Back in the day I did we had amazing times
We even made some kids get
playin'
Ten thousand violins
Souls floating away like feathers in the wind
They said my last album I sounded bitter
No, I sound like a spitter
Who
respond
And my radio's loud like a fire alarm
The floor vibrates, the walls cave in
The bass makes my eardrums seem thin
Def sounds in my ride, yes
Can ya love me like my mama love my sister love my baba love my heart love my armor
Can ya love me like Mahatma love his Dharma to be Satya
Can ya
by and lose in tone, keen, unquantized, j dilla'd
as valvedrum, screw'd, dj'd, trade blue mud in whorl
gone blue, all gone off in all this infinite
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now
that well, some of you know
You see him with me a lot, he's like a brother
Violent J's in this motherfucker
(I like that kid Violent J)
Hey Moe!
I like the sound of your belt dropping
Your door locking, you jangle your keys, yeah
I like the sound of your heart stopping
Of lip locking,
Ba-rum-bum-bum bum
Sounds like February Music
Sounds like February music
Cuz I love ya
Cuz I love ya
cnd I need ya
Cuz I love ya
Sounds like February Music
like them
And they don't like that
They don't love shit, so what we gon' do?
And it'll be a long time before
You ever see me again
Don't worry about me,
you reload this track
Oh Gosh I really like this sound
I cyaan fuck up with the sound
I can feel really dow
Then you free me with the sound
You're so
way of expressing
Reality without disregarding all moral upbringing, that it would now be
Dominated by the most profane, anti-Christ, violent, vulgar,
into a wave.
Where, I couldn't be denied, not even by them haters.
Where our love wouldn't break, like the leg of Kevin Ware.
Where, if anybody stepped
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