Lyrics:
niggas yell squad
K Camp screaming link up
300 niggas, that's 300 motherfuckers
Trying to get it in by the trucks
I'm a hot young nigga that'll take your
the love
Please
Don't turn the lights, turn the lights out
I'll bask in your eyes
I'm not ready to go
Please, don't turn the lights, turn the lights out
the same
I call your name but you sleep right through
And love is the light in your face
Turn to the sky
I know now
I know now love won't pass you by
to be in a frying pot
You don't know what it's like to mind your business
And get stopped by the cops and not know if you 'bout to die or not
You worry
light, we don't cover ground through the spite
In the hood, they don't care bout these raps, they want your life
Look
'Specially when you flossing
The hate
that, Royce, where you at?
I'm right here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers, I pry apart you
Lump on your head designed by a bar stool
Designed by
beggin' you baby
Baby please
I'm beggin' you baby
I'm down on my knees
Turn on your light
Let IT shine on me
Turn on your love light
Let it shine
The satisfaction guaranteed give you what you need
Land Rover jumpin' beats bumpin' everything's all right
DrewB and Cotton bringing shit to the light
‘Cause it
Yahweh let your light fall
Down on me
You can turn this city to an army if you really let your light fall
Down on me
You can make it rain Holy Spirit
Grey cell green, turn to the point
Praised by chickens and your brother, Hermione
Olive oil, turn to the turmoil
Find hot fries for me before you
talking bout nigga
You is not prince nigga trying to shoot wearing a blouse nigga
I'm Rick James bitch fuck you nigga fuck your couch nigga
Better know
Shipped away and shackled up in chains
Stripped my name I’m Kunta Kinte
Toby not, they told me I'm a slave
Oily locs, imma let em hang
Picking cotton any
Shipped away and shackled up in chains
Stripped my name I'm Kunta Kinte
Toby not, they told me I'm a slave
Oily locs, imma let em hang
Picking cotton any
Motherfuckers I said put your hands up
Turn the fuck up right motherfuckin' now
Oh, it's time to party
Oh, it's time to party
Smokin', drinkin', no passin' out
begging you baby
Baby please
I'm begging you baby
I'm down on my knees
Turn on your light
Let is shine on me
Turn on your love light
Let it shine
life
(Right?) but I also know that as a man
Some mud can turn to blood
When you want it off your hands
Woke up from my street dream
Came up with a master
you do that I call it dope boi magic
I get it nine in tha morning by night it just plastic
How you do that I call it dope boi magic
I'm fresh ta death
again one more time
Budapest my love
Running off this plane from the early flight
I’m feeling so excited to be by your side
[Chorus]
[R. Prophit]
Bring out your kids and just treat em
cotton candy plus freedom
raised by (?) and feed em
sweet as Shirly Temple singin
Clown
right here
Get mind right, your money light
Don't make me come out there
Snatch your whore and get it done right there
Little niggas ain't ready for
and drugs, my anthology on perfection,
Dress superb, admired by conspirers,
Who wanna try me, but ain't high enough to four-five me up,
Child
park
'cause your mama was out there picking cotton in the dark...
...fuck...
I remember even when you cried,
You were still beautiful,
Your big
a team Over here 50/50 , will be by your side, down to slide, let me know when you outside
James Wade and Singer Chorus:
Yeah, you a vibe and girl you
Summer heat
A little breeze
And the ocean
Everything was painted in golden light
And the clouds looked like cotton candy
In the sky
And all of these
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