Lyrics:
on my name yeah
I ain't need new friends like you a bitch
Fucking up my day by hating on me
When I'm not in a mood cam calling my phone
Talking
And it's nothing to get gone
6 bricks to a metra ton
Tell me what you know about cocaine cowboys
And james jones
Quarter brick sold
Now it's back to dah
eyes
That's you on me
If you call imma slide
We both know the vibes
Them other niggas play it corny
Take a chance with a TDF nigga
F6 engines two lanes
on the promenade so
I'll take steps towards that goal
I'm intrigued by the fact you know
What I like
Proofread
Double check when you read my mind
Never had that in
You been in them mosh pits. Don't let me tell you that you not shit Just don't be out here on no hot shit
If you wanna drop 6
You better go and get
gang (ga-a-ang)
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Får nærmest dejavu
Det så sygt
Er det sandt det de sir'
Du tænker ik' på os mer'
Vi sloges mer' og mer'
Et farvel
a tendency to oversee
Well, for example, being 6'5"
Seeing the top of the fridge is the norm to me
You gotta come up short, then you'll understand
There's no
me
T-Mobile sidekick
One-on-One lets talk and neglect the gossip
I'm as real as they come,Baby girl I got this
My wrist all numb, you can watch
entertaining the fiends
I heard we private we're making a feast
You're just a shawty you ain't wavy to me
I just admire what you made in a week
Finna drop
I know
mag for arse
Four. Three rules of audience
Five. Mug of Geoff Travis, framed
Six. The book Theft is Vision by the brothers Copeland.
What you
fold
Me and Bill Clinton want to bust in those on homeless 14 years old (she's young)
Doin drive by's in fuckin pink caddies
Tie you up and beat you
Wilder but I'll beat you and bury
Your body six feet deep somewhere in dark alley
Fresh back from the Army I'll be rhymin'
I'll be ridin', feelin' like
White in colour, unstained by faults,
A perfect Buddha adorning your head,
you look upon beings with eyes of compassion.
Chenrezig (God
Six-foot-six, stood on the ground
Weighed two hundred and thirty-five pounds
But I saw that giant of a man brought down
To his knees by love
He
Oooooh
Can you hear me now? (x4)
Yeeeeeaaahhhhhh
Am I coming through? (x2)
Is it sweet and pure and true?
Devil came by this morning,
said
to date her for six months
And eventually she said yes
You know, he took her to his apartment
Cut off her head, put the rest of her body
In
All caught up
I feel like you hate me now
I saw that
Like six feet underground
Don't act like
You would of saved me now
I know that
I know that you
she my caddy
'Cause she grabbed my golf balls in the club
And I'm still actin' calm than a mug
She asked, "Can you drive me and the hundreds where my
Feeling like terminator bitch I'm off a
Feeling like terminator
Bitch I'm off a peek
I'm not poppin' 30s
Talking dirty
Six gone leave you murk
I be in that red zone
Help make that bitch a red zone
I aint bangin so you kno
You might catch me wit some red on
Dont say my name on that damn phone
're black & white like the sun
Fiona in the day, by the night you done changed
Shoulda coulda woulda walked if I knew right
Now my girl so high in her own
Ooooooh, yeah
I got the juice
Got the juice
Gotta stay on, that ain't never been a problem
I'ma stay gone trip six months long, dont you tell me
on me like you know me, I was by my doley
Asked me for a picture, checked my Rollie and said "Okey dokey"
That fan love, I decide to give my fan a hug
on they necks 'til they can't breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you dreams
They say death multiplies by threes
Line them all up and let's just see
Fuck
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