Lyrics:
where, you could be in Russia I'ma touch ya
Vocal assassin, motivated by cash
Shoot for the loot, brownies and black mags
Don't stop, keep goin' don't
get a chance I'ma bust ya
No matter where, you could be in Russia I'ma touch ya
(Like that) Vocal assassin, motivated by cash
Shoot for the loot,
in, I prepared half a potion.
Now you must do the other half.
You must get seven part-silver curses made special out of bullet bits
By some Pollock
in, I prepared half a potion.
Now you must do the other half.
You must get seven part-silver curses made special out of bullet bits
By some Pollock
dawg, by any means
Humans are so greedy, I promise to never leave and
Never lose this hunger building in my stomach, y'all made even
Said my grandma
Yea!
These men - bought by prejudice
Their laws - not made for justice
Their live - I want no part of this
Your death - dig your own grave
Who are
Angels go your way
Seven golden
Vials seven
Last plagues
Immortal calibration
Fallen fallen babylon
She made the nations all
Drink wine
Of the wrath
Of her
Angels go your way
Seven golden
Vials seven
Last plagues
Immortal calibration
Fallen fallen babylon
She made the nations all
Drink wine
Of the wrath
Of her
with you?
Awww man! That’s like my second favorite thing to do!,
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,
Some of the bad kids are goin’ straight to Heaven,
9, 10, 11, 12, 36
I'm contracted
A killer on a powder high, Game 7, Lebron clapping, I'll have your
Spinal column out of your body right by you
And your bodyguard
"that nigga so versatile!"
Nigga I must be going crazy
Vegas baby where they made me
Bringing the flavor to your ear
Impeccable, these vegetables gon'
that I’m gone,
But i made it back home,
I’m up in the spot,
The shop,
Slang in these cameras on camera,
&& packin the chrome,
Cameras on cameras,
I feel
to help me hold back these tears
And to bless us for many more years
Love, this second’s better than the one before
This minute's better than the one
the weapons to win all the harshest of wars, so
Let me ask you a question, take a seat for a second
Are you willing to adapt and survive for a time with your
your head, cooperate
If you think for 30 seconds you would know that it's a bad choice
She was in my bed for 30 seconds, shit was mad moist
Came in with
walkin' backwards though you know its wrong
And lonesome comes up as down goes the day
And tomorrow's mornin' seems so far away
And you feel the reins
Danger, tell these babies there's no
Space in the manger anybody get rude
I send for the head top rearranger
Go home and do the math
I'm Jme multiplied by
Strong, very persistent
And resilient" These trait's are not
Unfamiliar to Cameron herself
On July 6, 2019
Cameron and the rest of the
Descendants cast
Saint Bernard to DeVille nigga you know who i are
Project pecker, scatter site wrecker
Comin' out your 'Bauds hoes y'all wait a second
How the fuck you
You think bein' meek is weak, huh?
You try bein' meek for a week. Ain't that right, ya?
I go by K to the second letter
But my name is a second
game at sixteen (For real)
Shot in the shoulder, no vaccine, ridin' my wave like they marines (Whew)
These caps and clips, they be bustin' in his visage,
like a wand these Africans are above and beyond
Get fly and we snatching your charm
Together with Sage Poet and BA7 we're a Federation of brethren who
a problem keep my name out your mouth
Cause these boot spurs are freshly mounted
And I ain't afraid to sleep in the County
If you want a problem we can get it
Won't be won't be long till i take off
And have all these girls tryna show me what there made of
Surrounded by cake just like the great british bake
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