Lyrics:
on the atlas,
Lay that shit like this that keep a gun right by the mattress
This that “dump that shit” that fluid dippin in the mattress.
This them bars that
boulders
The sweat, the toil so maraschino sweet
Escaping the clouds of the club and onto the street
The lights are flares, I take us home
I call a cab, I
'em
Shit ain't that hard
For sho'
You got killers, nigga, I'm a killer
You need a gun, I need a 3D printer
My guns are long, your paper ten inch,
When I step inside, kiss the ring, Wu Familia
La Cosa Nostra, it's our thing
So salute, and toast to the best who done it
Murder rap shit, I spit,
represent right
Peep this, James Bond, BM look tight
Delightly, that I could see shorty liked me
Politilly, [nigga], get it right g
[La
La noche esta frIa
Dejame en mi casa
Nos vemos mañana
Deja de actuar como si nada pasara
Si me buscas a mi
Aqui me vas a encontrar
Traas de que te
NBA , nba yea niggas bein' active
From Michigan to LA, like I'm Magic Johnson
I drop 60 on his head, I feel like Clay Thompson
Bro shippin' green,
Uh wassup show these niggas how
The west was won
Yeah if you don't know my name by now
Just call me any rapper, could get it
Any month, any week,
long?
You said this time is different yet your heart, it wants to go
Can't believe this anger that I'm feelin', fuck I'm bout to blow
Need a pastor, kill
Dig Paddy, Dig !
Well the days are long and hard
And the nights are hard and long
And no matter what i do
I don't feel like i belong
So the curse
to go make the bujj a hobby?
He name ain't Lucy but she nearly got killed by the bobby
Baby tryna do things properly, wanna fly tech, cocktails
terrible weather
Nobody does it better than I, so approved by Carly Simon
Most rappers is real hard, but still hardly rhymin'
To all, rise and shine, give
incarceration
Eh yo, liffy stokes, let 'em know what's happenin'
[liffy stokes]
A nigga been hustlin' so long, god knows I've done so much wrong
I was 16
Eh yo, Liffy Stokes, let 'em know what's happenin'
A playa been hustlin' so long, God knows I've done so much wrong
I was 16 grown and holdin' chrome,
average groupie
I've seen her dancin'
To hell with romancin'
She's sweat, wet,
Got it goin' like a turbo 'Vette
I'm tired of magazines
Sayin' flat
were such happy times
And not so long ago
How I wondered where they?d gone
But they?re back again
Just like a long lost friend
All
tight
I keep on going round in circles
Hold me tight through the night
Oh
I swear I need you in my life
New York LA it's alright
I just wanna be by
New York LA its alright
I just wanna be by your side
Oh
Hold me tight through the night
I said I love you by my side
Let go for a ride
Until the end
the sunshine (la da da-da)
To get by
You gotta get down, so you can get up
All you really need is a little bit of love
So, lean your seat back, buckle up,
ceux qui s'aiment
Tout doucement, sans faire de bruit
Et la mer efface sur le sable
Les pas des amants désunis
The falling leaves drift by
just sit back and watch
Oh but one day soon I'm gonna grab you by the collar
And kiss you all I want
[Chorus: x2]
Lala lalalala, la lala la
Lala
to his mouth for a
Whisper he cannot dare
La-la-la-la-laa...
The Christian wakes trembling with sweat
The cell's dark walls stony and wet
Metallic
get all the comments and shit but my music is not defined by your standards
You should write your songs like this, structure it like that
Need a catchy
not fear,
I come from a planet a long way from here,
And I bring a message for mankind to hear',
And suddenly the sweetest music filled the air...
.png/300px-Inner_Circle_(1976).png "Jacob Miller & Inner Circle Band")
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