Lyrics:
Ayy this that 30 round shit, this ain't no clique
30 round we da gang, letting fucking bullets rang
30 round 30 round 30
30 shots. Out the glock.
sense, fuck the cops ill do the dash i dont give a shit, all that talk gon get you smashed aint gotta send a hit, all my niggas hittas we got blickas ill
Mum said hush no back chat
chima can back that
i got a man we watch match of the day
didn't know when we matched but match that
1 in a mil man
as fuck, I be high as fuck (high as fuck, motherfucker)
I be high as fuck, I be high as fuck (on the gang)
Smoking Za, I like da taste, I don't smoke no
of love
Just knock three times and whisper low
That you and I were sent by Joe
Then strike a match and you will know
You're in Hernando's Hideaway
Ole!
Just
park a nigga body n a casket bitch
Bitch call me T - Dash Ay bitch I stay high I stay fly da Flamemane str8 Fire.
Nigga kno dat we da now & next thang
We
blend in
They're pretendin, while I'm extendin
You bite like a parasite, ? you attacks
But you won't strike, cause you ain't no match
You need
a scratched ceiling?
And what's the talking without the match feeling?
As buried living and cherry picking
Every linen from your berry system
Then proceed
I used to run up the lot
All of these niggas be cappin bout CREAM
When I am the creme of da crop
He CHECKIN da top AND its cropped
Feelin da sauce
a briefcase
Who needs a wallet?
Be a pigeon nigga you sound retarded
I'm the girl with more cream than St. Patrick's Day
A house by the bay so what do you
Daabi da never
Baby girl daabi da ooh ooh
You be the one eeh eeh
One ooh eeh
One ooh eeh ooh eeh eeh eeh
One eeh eeh
One ooh eeh
One ooh eeh ooh eeh eeh
of wasted time
Chorus
So tear up those memories and rip down those walls,
Strike a match and feel the blaze with no apologies at all
My hands stop shaking
山不高水也不长
So if you ever feel too alone at night
Just call me up girl and I'll be by your side
Yeah 'cause you should know that I know
Kung Fu! I pounce like
we're meant to be
We're here to stay, in poised insincerity
Douse it with gas, i'll strike a match, i'll burn it down
Humanity is a god damned plague
Long
You were my one place
You were my match strike set me ablaze
I wish we could stay
But I got other demons I need to face (to face)
You left me with
at me and talk of love
Just knock three times and whisper low
That you and I were sent by Joe
Then strike a match and you will know
You're in
at me
And talk of love
Just knock three times and whisper low
That you and I were sent by Joe
Then strike a match and you will know
That you're in
Together match yo, we a perfect pair
Is that true Marvin? ("Yeahhhhh! Music")
Yo, to get you to bang this
Body soul-snatcher, universal language
It be
I exercise like a coach
Usin' a melody and add numerous of notes
So when the mic and the R-A-K-I-M
It's a task, like a match I will strike again
I exercise like a coach
Usin' a melody and add numerous of notes
So when the mic and the R-A-K-I-M
It's a task, like a match I will strike again
Hop off the front porch, hit the dash
I'm headed straight to the cash
My haters pissed off and they mad
Cause they still comin in last
Saving the rap
bitches
Get the cash
All that is
Turns to ash
Do the dash
You may crash
Shit will pass
Go by fast
Life's a maze
We face death
As we age
Breath by breath
she doing da dash
Twerkin it, Twerkin It, Twerkin It fast
Don't stop, Won't Stop, Can't enough of that
Moolah, Moolah
She Bouncin, Bouncin, Bouncin dat
have a good time
Wouldn't mind if that's alright
Could I be your candle
If you're lost I'll be your light
We could brave the darkness
Strike a match when
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