Lyrics:
sit you kids who listen for us
I see prison for us until we pull back, that's a true fact
Get money, yeah I do that, thought you knew that
Gettin'
Burn a motherfucker to the ashes
Make sure a pig don't come back
Fuck niggas envy me because I'ma ball
6 man shawty I'ma ball until I fall
Fuck niggas
're stuck in your tracks (you're stuck in your tracks)
There's no turning back (there's no turning back)
I wish I could pull you close inside of me
Girl,
Laid back, hypnotized by the funky sound
People in the street see me bobbin my head
While I'm checking out the rapper and the rhyme that he said
I'm
Laid back, hypnotized by the funky sound
People in the street see me bobbin my head
While I'm checking out the rapper and the rhyme that he said
I'm
me and you in here lil' baby
You're trying to leave by the end of the night
But baby come right back
Come right back
Come right back
Come right back
Until you come right back to me
How long can you stay
How much can we pray
I'm dreaming everyday all the way
Until you come right back to me
I'm dreaming
Hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, yo
I'm getting real tired of childish ass niggaz judging a book by its cover
Think a pretty motherfucker won't get
little cutie
You're so fine, they'll never see ya leavin' by the back door, mam
Hot time get it while it's easy
Don't mind come on up and see me
Rag
Oh my God Nate
Nate you can't. No no. Come on man
I got enough shots to last me a whole triller
All that tough shit he rappin' I swear I don't really
you feel how I come
From the heart
LOUIS MARX
Got a spark
From the flame
That I gained
From the hell
That I went through
Still feel this pain
In my
Blacker than the Essence fest
The behind the back pass is so effortless
LeBron James to you Omaroses
Dapper Dan at 4AM, shit, I am the culture
I made my
Blacker than the Essence fest
The behind the back pass is so effortless
LeBron James to you Omaroses
Dapper Dan at 4AM, shit, I am the culture
I made my
self esteem can't be guarded
Been on my Carmen Sandiego
Just got back from France
And I gotta little bit of that
Parisian steez in me still
My knees are
and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Lil Pump)
Call me El Gato Guwop or Mustafa the 3rd
Back in the day they was callin' me
hands to move in the crowd of 'em
If I ain't makin' sense
Then you better sample the amp of it like the bass
It ain't ever been a gift for me to heat
of 32 fiends
And that means that I hear for higher
Tell me why are you starin’ at me?
Matta fact, man, your eyes is wired
You inspired by Kendrick
on the Apocalypse
And I been told that hell follows with me forget ya theories
Like it was 1976 Richard Rameriez
Nightstalker, If y’all don’t come to this mic proper
besides rappin'
Only thing I did good was scrappin', until the end of time
So take these broken wings
I need your hands to come and heal me once again
on to bigger things
Richard plain
Aimin' for a Millie before I get the the watch
Shawty say come thru and paint her face
Yea that's my bosqi-thot
ZaZa mixed with
2018, well, yeah (fack, fack)
Yeah, I'm a fuckin' kamikaze crashin' into everything
You beat me, Islamic Nazi, that means there is no such thing
I've
You don't remember me,
But I remember you,
Was not so long ago,
You broke my heart in two
Tears on my pillow
Pain in my head
Caused by you, you
history far too often elides
And then I'm done
The year was nineteen-eighty-one
But before I tell you where I'm from and what I miss, follow me
until my shooters come round
With the talons and hollow tip rounds
In my hood they know how I be down
(Nigga I say dead, you dead)
You should be dead by
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