Lyrics:
you run, you just won't show love
That's the thing you're frightened of
He's a runner
He's a runner, he's a runner
I've got this need
the fuck goin'
Bruh my nigga, we startin' a movement
(You damn right) now listen, I can't spit
(He ain't lyin', he is not him)
Aye, but these niggas though?
Ay ima roll one real quick lets go
We still glide out you should know by now in the 4 door
We're rolling round
Sweet one can hold this down
My name
gotta pay now
I Was starving eating cake now
If you playin wit me gotta lay you down
Yeah
Bands on my schedule
Smoking designer
This shit is not
Sometimes that's all it takes to ruin my last pull
And right now, that's what got the kid at peace
Let me smoke this one cig in peace
Look, now 'is a couple
love, she just want her share
She feed him lies with his silverware
I know a bitch named Liz
This nigga think she his 'cause she tell him that it is
racks then, well times that by four
And he's a bag of youngers that are working for him
Say the word and their trigger finger's twerking for him
And he
yeaaaaaaaah
I'm gonna bring young G in on this mic
His name is Yungstar
You know that he's rollin tight
I'm gonna bring him in and I'm comin down
I'm comin
gospel is Repent, which means 'let go of all that crap,' that's killin' ya. Life was supposed to be a pleasurable experience, not this torment, you know.
at the viewing, Ty mom crying to him
He hug her, he tell her whoever did this, he gone do 'em
From there it was a silence, she ain't condone violence
But they
Lost city of New Orleans, we call him this
(Georgia)
Now
This song is dedicated to the one wit the suit
Thick white skin and his eyes bright blue
so you know that nigga fiendin'
And he want this nigga dead before Sunday hit
But youngin' tryna live on some Sunday shit
And time fly fast it was
Last week, this old man I had to blast
'Cause he tried to help me out when my car was out of gas
Ripped this old lady, hung her neck by a hook
Didn't
and he smiled and said,
"meet my friend Uncle Sam.
" The mirror that was once on the wall,
my alter ego, was now talking to me from the table
and the next
Now what y'all want me to do
Keep your shit the hardest
It's about to go down
Niggas is ready to start this war that's for sure
They can come
and Prince was the killer
Remember, he used to push the bulletproof BM, uh huh
This here get ya seasick, I sat back and peeped shit
The roll with Easy Rider
try me ima bust him
You ain't slanging shit you a customer
IMB we the front runners
Rocket launcher I don't tussle
I was on simple shit
Now I'm on pimp
pizzazz rhythm is mad
Riddle me, eh, it's better just to give him the cash, simple as that
Got a grip, up the stick, let it rip and then dash
It's easy math
it 100 cause that was the minimum we hit the club and we made it a cinema mad at the pictures His Lady was sending
Got shot at the day he declared he's
It's 4:05 in the morning, in the dawn he still freaking me out
Got me lock jawed, dick deep in my mouth
He mesmerized by my eyes and my feminine thighs
at the camera than you have to be in the shot
Thats five dollars this my lucky da ya heard thats that bread
This is the start
Um ya know Tupac was
Tupac got me
innocent
He deserves everything that he needs to live in it
And this home I made for him is broken
I'm hopin his love for me will never grow thin
It hurts
and he never fussed what he discussed.
Yeah, that's what I'm talking about.
We was the same age, but I still looked up to him because we had this thing
No I just -I wanted to say I liked
Your butt, but I thought
That was too forward, you know
Mark: Hey, this next song is for all
The ladies in
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