Lyrics:
to Austin, Man and Maurice
Love to every single person who believed
Love to all my supporters 'til the end
No fans, you're my friends
There won't ever be
nigga Ren, duck when I bust
Make Jada get on these nuts, make Will, love to cuss
You wanna fuck with us? Man, I wouldn't do it
Ask this nigga here, his
be havin' all your people's info with the second part of my ???
she slid the number, what you gettin mad at me for
she said she was single when she
[Prodigy and Big Noyd]
That's my word, God! Kick that thug shit, God!
Kick that motherfuckin' thug shit, man! Word up, man!
(What's up, son?
block
Like who hurting me
Cause sometimes I walk around
I'm armed cause I know
The ops scared to murder me
What else
It's another day another episode
heated
Popping pills ima my remix, you look so good, yeah I'm feenin'
How you not fuckin' with me, Influenced by all that friend shit
I just wanna see you
single sounds like the double dutch bust remix
Watch you collapse and die like you was River Phoenix
Me and rap go way back like LL's hairline
Nigga fuck
Sunsets
On this time in my life
Hope you'll still be
Right by my side
I know I make you feel good
Feel alive
I know I still want you
Right by my side
to fossilize it
To make sure none of you bammers
Try to reprise it what
Life's a bitch and then you die
That buck that bought a bottle
Could've struck the lotto
Lemme know what's on your mind
I swear we can do anything, it's fine
I want you here (Right here, right here)
Right here
Tell me girl
Do I make myself
This is the official song for wrestling
And if this don't make you want to go out and hit double legs
And snap peoples heads in the ground
Then man
Yeah what, what
Back up on the remix, let me flip this
beat be hitting hard, it might just leave ‘em with slipped disk Penning every lyric, recorded
it for the single sacrificial scientific situation that loveu0027s me woah.
Now the question is. What yall doin tonight? Are you chillin with me? Are
the mind and take some time
To idolise what might be mine
We walk the line to make these rhymes
I'm not lacking I got the package yeah
Every minute we take
Rewind the mind and take some time
To idolise what might be mine
We walk the line to make these rhymes
I'm not lacking I got the package yeah
Every
said, If people only knew what it was. It's like, you know, a bunch of musicians, listen, bustin' their 'mm' workin all hard to make it look easy. What's
twerkin' wit'?
Throw it, bust it open, show me what you twerk wit'?
Ass so fat, need a lap dance
I'm in that white ghost chasin' Pac-Man
Hundred out
You know I'm humble because I know what it's like to be nothing
No one around, no one there for you, alone
But if it wasn't for this year man I
time
Because my voice is baritone
And I really don't need no microphone
But I use one anyway
To make sure the ladies hear what I say
And from here
Be..straight fire u can feel the heat
Its like a shot of absinth make your knees go week
Its so much harder than the concrete under ur feet
The kind based a mans
a single thing by the rocking break of day
Seriously, Santa, not one single gift?!
Come on, Saint Nick!
You know what we're going to do?
What?
You know what
But, with Adolph Hitler, we are permanently rid
Picasso, Mister Dali and my man, Jimi Hendrix
These cool brothers make the world go 'round
Yeah, they do
nigga Ren, duck when I bust
Make Jada get on these nuts, make Will, love to cuss
You want to fuck with us? Man, I wouldn't do it
Ask this nigga here,
drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,
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