Lyrics:
shit
Oh, what a job this is
Yeah, this life we live, what a job this is, real spit man
A lot of folks want to walk in these shoes but
They just
(Chorus )
Don’t touch that fireboy
(Nice shoes T Man) -Christina Hudson
Don’t touch that fireboy
Don’t touch that fireboy
Fiy ya ya ya ya
Fiy ya
Light up the broccoli kid
Throw the relish in my back pocket
Keep your eyes open, push your seat back, just flow
That's how we doing it
Bound by
You got that reggie for the low I got that fire for the high
Niggaz travelin when they rappin but I feel like they actin
And I ain't talkin bout
Ayo, Abilities man "Yo what up?"
Yo, I got a lil' somethin' I gotta get off my chest right quick
"Spit it out, spit it out, go ahead spit it out"
to give up
Daddy said if I ride, Need no man but myself
I was raised around Apes', Lion's, Tiger's and Bear's
Forget about the shark's
Know I'm live in
brothers
Screaming fuck a friend
If I fuck with you
Then you should know you man’s
Like Kobe how I pour 2 4s up again
Like Bob Marley how I be blowing
a better way to live
And why she stood by me in these past years God only knows
Cause there's been times when we hadn't had enough to eat
And too many
Woo Woo Woo
Remix to Catch me outside
You know I'm bout to get live
Cause I'm from that 305
Aye Aye Let's Get It
Walking by faith and not by sight
this way and let your mind be free
And by the way, welcome to the party
Hey Grand master Bob that
Old school shit's fresh
But uh let's rock some of that
(Teddy)
Yeah
Yeah
(Teddy)
Yeah
Wicked at drivin', sick on MOBA and FPS (FPS)
Man have won tournaments, girls win too, bro, look at them flex
shit
Oh, what a job this is
Yeah, this life we live, what a job this is, real spit man
A lot of folks want to walk in these shoes but
They just
Live your life like there's no tomorrow night
Yesterday's gone like stars in the daylight
Be a travelin' man, over sea and sand
When you get back,
things
So I will
Sleep sweet, backseat
We shot straw wrappers at each other's feet
Bike rides, skydives
Travelin' the world with you by my side
There
that shit right here)
Hey yo
We desperados, black guns and gold Movados
Chrome hollows, break bones or smash models
Never follow, get it by yourself
Sight see ridin' down the street pretty leaves, takin' peeks
From the front seat, the scenery is lovely
Travelin' man tryna extend a hand
I swear down everything changed
We gone make history that's a promise, but if
A nigga die before he wake and go to the lake
Just know I stood by what
and then pop off again
Oh no
Its another track
By the man without a plan they say his names max
Its maximus, get it right you prick
Its not hard, hardly
through it (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I got the heart to do it (heart to do it), I'm takin' bigger steps (bigger steps)
I live a normal life (normal life), I
this skin
I am the soul that lives within
Good hair means curls and waves (no)
Bad hair means you look like a slave (no)
At the turn of the century
this skin
I am the soul that lives within
Good hair means curls and waves (no)
Bad hair means you look like a slave (no)
At the turn of the century
forget man!
I got niggas on the block, block
Niggas with them gats, gats
Niggas on the strip, strip
Puffin' them packs, packs
To my workers that
love won't be divided (oh oh oh oh oh)
If love a-was a thing a me say money could a-buy
The rich man would a-live a me say poor man would die
If
Yo yo you you
Haile the Iley one of Iration
This is I livication
To dupe to don, to group to gang
No bad man live long
Listen to the bobo
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