Lyrics:
I'm bound
And I had a buddy way back home, but he started out to roam
And I hear he's out by Frisco Bay
And sometimes when I've had a few, his old
blunts drinking rum
Lost my job lost my home now I'm all alone
Fuck all's everything I own so I smoke and drink my pain away
Tell me baby how can you say
tissue
And send what's left back to yo mammy
'Cause that bitch might miss you
But first, I want to slowly peel off all your skin
Degreaser boilin' hot
or till it gets too hot and you gotta roll back
Wait, it's been a minute, three months to be specific
Where exactly is your heart at
And how does one who
B-boy, where the fuck you at?
I been looking for you're ass since a quarter past.
Hot peas and butter, baby, come and get your supper
Before I make
be -Boy, where the fuck you at?
I been looking for you're ass since a quarter past.
Hot peas and butter, baby, come and get your supper.
Before I
know you got rebuttals
I'm not tryna hush you
But I wish you would, yea
Cuz I want top
If you'd just stop
We can get hot
Right here
Don't worry about my
pickup drove up. It had KC lights, tractor tires,
everything but the CB. It was a life-size Hot Wheels car for some dumb rich kid,
right. Well, they
and melodies
And i'm just hoping that rose would save me
But i guess it's too late
"The velvet up in flames what a sight to see"
Part 4: 180mph fueled by six
stinky green free
Straight getting, to puff puff pass
and drive up my gas hittin' all the hot blocks
Bumpin' "Legit Ballers" to "Rock y'all Spot"
that
Bandana wrapped where my chrome and my wig at
If he want beef, hit his home with a Big Mac
Niggas be breakin' the code like a Kit-Kat
Runnin'
Ness on the beat
We ain't waste no time
You know in order to be great nigga you gotta work hard, go hard or go home nigga
And we ain't never
to be a thug
Runnin' from cops out on the block, the boy was hot and didn't give a fuck (scandolous)
Runnin' up in the black mask, niggas if you got
playin' a club
Throwin 'a shot down, tryin' to stay above
Ground, another ground-breakin' day in the club
Surrounded by my home thoughts, playin' a cut
just know I got the flows and the hoes and the packed out shows
Ain't too many cons when you playin' with the pros
'Cept for how your life get exposed
obsession, the acceptance of me by my
father and mother, who I had not spoken to since I had left home.
One morning my manager Alex came in and broke up one
sayin' bye
That's right stand by
Cause we about to take flight
Not a 747
But the music and the mic
Rophone
Phone home
If you want someone waitin' baby
Go
By a schoolboy?
Uh yeah
The only the dot that’s hot that not me
Is probably friends with Schoolboy
King Dilla
I was back on road
I came back home
Yuh yeah yuh yuh
I'm tryna see the galaxy
Brung that chick home cause I had to see
Then we had to take a couple sips of the Hennessy
Now we drank too
not coming back)
I remember a locker code in North Carolina
I remember exactly how hot to turn the shower in New York
(Too hot, too cold out here)
How
comments
I don't remember when I got tense
But now I'm waiting by a comet
I would never say no
when you see me i'm a hot mess
And I would say go but I'm
blood
Ice is too hot gonna cause a flood
Do you fuck with me
I guess we will see
By the end of the night
I am sure you will bite
You actin silly
While I
walking to that room
It's getting hot in fact
Where you trynna go
Babe Fucked up
With that bottle
Of that Jose
Twisted
With your home boy after late
Hit
now we up in the spot
Watch
Place hot
Couple of bottles champagne popped
And that's how we doing it now
I'm scheming while the DJ's moving
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