Lyrics:
going nowhere like you
Lost in a fog of my own insecurities
I hold myself up as an image of purity
And I judge everybody else
By the color of their skin
BG Bam nigga
The niggas that told you that they would always be around seem to have left you alone
And na you out here hitting licks gotta thug by
Wishy Washy
By: Luvinnia Flowers
Chyeah
Chyeah
Ha
Itspunkinbitch
Facts
Talk about these two faced ass nighas
Turn up turn up
Turn up
You wishy
Teenage vibes #American Pie
Ten stajl to High School Musical
I niech gra muzyka na cały kraj
Ta twoja lady Zakochana złośnica
Ty jesteś Loser jak w
We don't do drive by no more, strictly walk-ups
Leave designer fitteds hoodies traced in chalk bruh
Swerving in a Scirocco on a highway to hell bruh
go Jungle eyes red
Looking for trouble
And that's Nas dancing with dimes
But who's his manage
The imperial thug
Is cold deep grand wiz
We taking
go Jungle eyes red
Looking for trouble
And that's Nas dancing with dimes
But who's his manage
The imperial thug
Is cold deep grand wiz
We taking
who wouldn't speak
Now I'm who they checkin' for
Shown crazy love
Ran up on stage with 80 thugs
After the shows, my niggas robbed the bar
And wrecked
Winters getting colder, Summer gettin warmer
Tidal wave comin cross the Mexican border
Why buy a gallon it's cheaper by the barrel
Just don't get
to ball
Rin's you can't afford, name a clothes line, I done worn it all
To dictate the naked soul of Nas, Henny, four-five
Hoes with thick thighs be
Aaaa, jahzweezy on the beat
Whoo, abulo joy adiro
Whoo, yeah, whoo
Church boy turned to a lost boy
Na uka mgbede enwelo long talk
Olu anyi na alu
family at
Deep up in the country homie where people be burnin' trash
Rollin' by, feelin' hella good, I been up in Inglewood
Since Paul Pierce went
tím že jsem starej jako pes
A pořád necejtim se blessed
Pořád se cejtim napíču a chtělo by to rest
Ale na ten není čas, proto spím pět hodit denně
Pokud
thug boy
You no fit play me
Chelum na d club
Anyi ga aballu tonight
Anyi ga atatata
Anyi ga anyuanyuanyu
Ukwulele Ukwulele
Amam na ina alikia Amam na ina
Yo, this is Nas with my Man DJ Clue
The Professional part two
Puttin' it down for you fake ass DJ's and shit like that
Straight outta Q.B.
Skater kids got no Vans skater park got no ramps
Thugs hang around and gang bang
Kids caught up in the crossfire over turf wars gangland
Swipe swipe no
Magic talking:
Look at the rear end on that thing now
What that is a Rolls Royce?
Na, that's a Mercedes
look, come here and lemme holla at you
Gdzie się nie obejrzę tam brud mnie kuje w oczy
Obdrapane z życia serce miasta eskalacja nocy
To nie czas na wyciąganie wniosków
Brokuł powieki mi
love? Ina adi enye mu insult
My guys na ajuzi okwa mbu a thug
Mana imego mu mdi soft
Ka ayi idika platue and jos
Love anyi aman bu by force
What you
Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well
Nas, the alleged ring leader, is furious at 2Pac,
Excuse me, Makaveli's verbal assault on Mobb Sleep
Notorious
records as well
Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac
Excuse me Makaveli's verbal a**ault
On Mobb Sleep, Notorious B.I.G. and several
the rapture,
Still afta me, I'm in Jamaica sippin Daqueries,
No doubt,
We're used ta have nuthin, then grabbin sumthin and bustin,
wanted to be the thug- nigga,
go Jungle eyes red
Looking for trouble
And that's Nas dancing with dimes
But who's his manage
The imperial thug
Is cold deep grand wiz
We taking
go Jungle eyes red
Looking for trouble
And that's Nas dancing with dimes
But who's his manage
The imperial thug
Is cold deep grand wiz
We taking
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