Lyrics:
GIRL GIRL GIRL YOU MUST BE PLAYIN'/
GIRL YOU MUST BE PLAYIN' 'CAUSE YOU COULDN'T BE THAT SERIOUS/
BOY YOU MUST BE PLAYIN',BOY BOY BOY YOU MUST BE
Boy, and He gets it on the Low
He's a Rubber Band Boy, and that's all he really know
He's a Rubber Band Boy, Ra-Ra, Rubber Band Boy
Ra-Ra, Rubber Band
in Hayward it gets extreme
Everybody wanna live
the glamorous life
Rest In Peace to the Jacka
we gonna rep that shit right mane
Northern Cali
was a temp anyways
I was smoking runtz, ahhhh
My damn gas light, brakes lights
Never do exist when I take flight
Moonlight Floating Through
That water
will never let you go
(now what you call that)
Said I got I got I got I got your back boy
(you got my back right?)
I got I got I got I got your back boy
a bad gangsta lean
Robert Davis slowed down in my cartoons
F in H for a jacka, want a war wound
I spill drank on my clothes, that's a bar wound
4's pokin
when am counting that milli
Bring more heny
Add some belly
Bills on me am the big young daddy
I be big boy is not by bears or weight
Hope your account
front and center, diamonds gleam when I enter
Hit the spot and them boys looking, that boys is so lovely
And that boy be popping champagne, that boy be
thugs
Undercover cops, got the line, the drugs
All the college kids got designer drugs
My life shaded by a big ass cloud
But I'm that bright star
You
that?
BEN
(In the darkness BRIAN just makes out an emaciated figure, suspended on the
wall, with his feet off the ground, by chains round his wrists.
a case cause ya boy done
Went to school with a kata
I felt nothin' man it's really nuthin'
It's been so long since Jacka felt somethin'
I keep coming with
Ill die for respect
Im still up in the mix
I got water on my neck
I got these niggas upset
If you reach for my chain
Ima have to up the blick boy
I
Moje miasto tak piękne jak przyjdzie tu lato to kocham Podlasie
I nawet i dla mnie zabraknie metafor by oddać widoków tu klasę
I śmigam sobie tak
No ho in me
No kool-aid in my bloodline
Momma bread her a savage
On the beat I drop
Tectonic plate bars
Y'all boy so average
Heard you about that
like I do there is only one thing I can say
Oh boy! oh boy! oh boy! oh boy! oh boy!
Oh boy what a joy, a joy, a joy, a joy, a joy
To know that you
that I gotta get paid
I've been thinkin' this way since I was in the 6th grade
No English, I ain't talk, but boy could add
In the school of hard
friends like I love my split ends
And by that I mean
He cuts 'em off
(What?)
My boy, my boy, my boy
Don't love me like he promised
My boy, my boy
the closet
Mama, I like boys, I like pecs
Like them arms when they flex
Like that print in them sweats
Tell them girls, "Thank you, next"
I like when
boy, tough boy attitude and
You gotta know that I want to be down and
Oooh look at you bling-blingin'
Oooh you got me feenin'
Oooh inside I'm
can't take me for a fool
We've been traveling traveling way too fast
Memories that are gonna last
Running in circles
I accept my past
And I would do it
I'm not your dad nigga
You still my son, gotta keep that drum
And my OG's are one of one
Run up a check like a
Track star, shoot a three, no backboard
Yeah
And it's like
Yo
Your boy's too hot, put a fan on
I am never under pressure, man, it's pressure that I stand on
I'm not the bruddah you
time
To be hanging out with all my boys in town
Never can make them change that's right
And why do they feel they need to be out at night
Room
and i made my sales
Then i made off with some che duhhh
Fuck what you is im BET-T-TUH
You aint never gon top me NE-V-VER
Should know by now that i own
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