Lyrics:
hock your imaginary guitar
and get a good job...Joe did, and he's a happy guy now, on the day shift at
the Utility Muffin Research Kitchen, arrogantly
must need something
You need your Instagram poppin' off that bling
My tele' keep going ring yeah
I tell you what
That pizza gon' make you sing
Pineapple
want in this life, that they can never have
That's what paradise is
When the day comes, and the hisab is finished
And the tests and trials
Shady, we're back!
Nothing can stop and nothing can change it
You better just make new livin' arrangements
If you think you the top and king
sum bruddas sticking to a code they would die by,
Got some days in my brain that I wish I could rewind I, went for plays when I shoulda been up
trust me I'll trust you
If I had one wish, we would run away
Making love all day, have us a baby
If I had one wish, I'll make you my whole life
the bone.
23's on watch out what you steppin' on,
Rollin the kush up tight in the Al Capone, I heard you wanna blow down like a saxophone, baby since day
and delusion, my conclusion is confusing
Dripping on my memories, twisted off my music
Trying to make my people do things, oh yeah we do's it, we do's it
it girl
Go and drop it
I know you love it
You make my day go by so fast
You are my queen and you are a blast
Mi casa es tu casa
Te llavere al
You're the DJ's, whatcha gonna do?
(r) (ro) (rock)
[ Grandmaster Caz ] Guess what, y'all, I'm fresh
[ rest ] (What makes you think so, Cap?)
[
And have you shittin' socks, bitch (bitch)
P Rock shit, leave your fuckin' knot split
Grab the green from Al by showin' him hot grits (hot grits, no one)
a sido algo mio
Gracia Salvadora
Es porque mi alma adora
Al Padre al Hijo
Y al Espiritu
Que en mi mora
I'm on that sola
Gratia by grace alone
My hope is
beginning, like a business
Everybody bought up what they got up in it
Let's make a killing
This type of shit that ain't for your children, huh
This type
you would have said bye
You never told me what was going on
Time flown by
I should've known
That you were feeling alone
The scent was strong strong
the world is what my son al say
Won't stop til you broke, that's what his mom's al say
But 'ey
dem the type of games you play
The media talk so bad about me
trump tight
He was chillin’ in the day time
Clockin’ at night
Makes me wanna holla cause the dollar he kept
As he grows in his game, going step by step
land a hit
God showed me how to take a hit,
I've become interpretive
Tell me what you make of it;
Tell me what you make of that
When I take it, never
to take a hit
I've become interpretive
Tell me what you make of it
Tell me what you make of that
When I take it, never taken back
They taken back, by my
as to embrace it
I say "What's a check without a proper bank to take it?
What's a dollar and a dream for if not to make change with?"
The other day I was just
the life of a top shotta until the day I die (until day I die)
Yeah, you know I'm a thug nigga, but I'ma still cry (still cry)
We ain't doin' no drive-bys
have to get it cause I say so
My nigga we gone have to get it when that day goes by
I'm stressing, got my head itching like I got some lice
If my daddy
between the bass snares and kick
Everybody gettin' judged by who they standin' with, f'real
[Chorus: Dion]
You make me step my game up, game up
Step
Ladies and gentlemen, make some noise
Aw shit, yeah
Y'all ready to get this shit started or what?
Aight, well, I brought some friends with me too
Deepcdid
On the beat
By the way
I'm
Looking for
An escape
Get lost
My way
I just
Wanna play
Do it
All day
I'm bout
To catch a
Vibe
We bout
To do
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