Lyrics:
Dark cloud over my head, I ain't bothered by it
Treat it like we best friends, Death Note, I'm followed by it
Tryna rip the heart out the beast?
file when it was over but yet it still
Started out, fools for real
Now this of course was back when we sorta lacked this
Wit no paper or dealin with
know all by myself I'm a crowd
Let me tell you once again
You know I'm huge (fat)
I'm fat, you know it (really really fat)
You know I'm fat, you
on pork
Kurupt the world's fetish
They feen and scratch
I'm multiplied by twenty thousand
Fiends and crack
You add me to music and the fiends react
be pullin' on my cocktail soon
And gotta remember we could do it again
Just come and meet me at my hotel room
Meet me downstairs by the lobby (by
of Onegin invented by Pushkin
Sure, and
Now we know each other’s names
Hey
You’re three days
older than me and
There are no obstacles left between us
I mean
Makes me explode instantly i grab your hips
I press you against me so that my
Cock shoots again and again inside you
Accompanied by strong spasms that
Are
the picture yet
Open your mind,before your mouth
(Open your mind )
Open your mind before your mouth
(Before your mouth)
I can’t waste my breath me again
that shit, there's a nigga trying to kill me
I'm popping in the clip when the wind blows
Every twenty seconds got me peeping out my window
that shit, there's a nigga trying to kill me
I'm popping in the clip when the wind blows
Every twenty seconds got me peeping out my window
of my life yet
Dark days way behind us and I know
Bright light only thing making me grow
I been blown away by the light you bring
Said it all before,
Ok ok had to do this for my brothers
My success is all to everyone my dad my sis and mother
Aye Shoutouts to the ones i caught with second handed
Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies?
Five sparrows for sale, two pennies gone.
And yet not one of them birds is forgotten by God.
Five
the motherfuckin' pro
One nigga got pissed
And started reachin' for his shit
Three-fifty-seven on your ass fool
Like I said before, you don't get a second
show
Act a flacko wow
I can't take no mo
I ain't never gon be yet another fucker
Ima get the city mother Ima go
Ima find like where to go (Yeah)
Bitches
Phone rings listen asshole!
No you listen you little bitch
You hang up on me again
I'll cut you like a fish
you understand?Maxo
Listen, I am two
And meh seh don't look back
Keep pressing and don't back
My youths
Even if you fall seven times, rise again
Don't look back
Keep pressing and don't look
carry that cross and follow Him
Be the last to quit, did you fall? Then start again
You're caught up in this messy world, driven by the flesh
I wrestle
Smashing the ninth waive he knew no defeat
The curse of seven seas debris of a wrecked ships
Rise the Old Roger! Dead men tell no
A while ago
I found myself in bloody exhaust grease
London again with an all-consuming urge
To hunt for two rare things: back
Issues of NME rumored
your crops yeah
So tell 'em bitches don't start yet
I got like seven of 'em trippin off a bar
All this money tryn' split it by the part
What you want,
found a cat with a record he live out in Texas
His myspace is over seven digits
The radio play him every second
The second that I see him we gon get em
to aggravation
I got my ears closed, back to bookin' my own shoes
Level seven eight nine - second dimension
that shit, there's a nigga trying to kill me
I'm popping in the clip when the wind blows
Every twenty seconds got me peeping out my window
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