Lyrics:
with this dude, point his piece at him
They say he shot him, problem is, I don't believe that
And on the real I, only know shots flew
And when
a
cash advance. But, if the happenstance came that I
had the chance to pack the stands spanning from
Pakistan to Japan and across this massive
planet, I
place
Because one man's trash is another man's pleasure
Twenty-Eight degrees won't catch me in this weather
Time ticking, where my money and the honeys
underestimate...
[ VERSE 2: Ces ]
Shit in here is gettin kinda warm
Muthafuckas didn't know that I had this for em
I'm spittin buckshots and you could all get
complication
But I break the law of conservation
And decided to create us
In this version of imagination fueled by innovation
Don’t just sit on the side, come
it's supposed to be
In a crowded bar, in my best friend's car
Making everyone jealous of you and me
We're alone on a Saturday
The day is passing by
You
by the bra, tell her I'm about to take this off
And snip the back clasp & put her in a hip toss
Woke up in the evening with my hat already on me
Jump
His viscous poly-paste breath comes out,
Their wall-paper world is shattered by his shout,
A boy in blue is busy banging out a headache
His viscous poly-paste breath comes out,
Their wall-paper world is shattered by his shout,
A boy in blue is busy banging out a headache
qualified
For the wards are over-crowded
Mixing gun wound
Malnutrition and cholera patients
Death is in every corner of this place
It's lying
just don't understand this.
Am one of the baddest
Rap is to me like heroine is to these addicts
Once u hooked it's bloody impossible to withstand it
the chest
Could I be insane or just
Some kind of creepy masochist
My skull's on the way
Just a sec another massive hit
I do this everyday
Welcome to my house
a buck fifty
Here's a token
Ramp is smokin'
I'm no joke and
I leave your face broken
This is survival of the fittest
Get wit us
All you critics
dance floor,
full crowded, music, up loud and bumpin',
whole place is jumpin' [while ?
] wait it's something. it's what she wants,
it's what she loves. up
Sipping Henny by the gallon
Snatch these hoes with all my talents
Snatch these hoes like i got talons
Wear my scars like neck medallions
Room is crowded
for a story
There is a house with an attic
Inside the attic, there is another house
It is assumed that individuals are living within this attic, within
a sound
I hope your living down in Tennessee
Got your own house a new job and you're happy
Now I've gotta spend my life wondering
Who's by your side
In bed
by the pair
Positive atmosphere
Locked in check the glare
This is no regular stare
Leveled up climbing stairs
Show respect everywhere
You’re not here
of the crowded streets
The skyline is me and the energy
I am the city
You let me be
Somewhere in the middle of the never ending noise
There is a constant
wind makes me shudder
Life is less than it's supposed to be
You're gonna find me some place
Warm by the water
When this crowded town's too much for me
stay in exclusive (Like what?)
I woke up in Louis, my shades by Gucci
(I'm stylin')
My neck is a jewel house (Uh)
I fuck with Baton Rouge, ayy
Shoutout
down on his box, Jack boldy declared,
"Let there be house!" and house music was born.
I am, you see,
I am the creator, and this is my house!
And, in
on)
From a distant summer, you captured my heart
I been hit by Cupid, baby
'Cause all I see is you, you, you, you, you, you, you
(All I see is
up
This world is a computer I feel defiled
I live away from the mass to avoid any doubts
'Cause these people are too massive
Trying to overcome someone
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