Lyrics:
So baby, when I'm near you
You can't feel me, I'm lightnin'
You used to come by
And sit down by my side
You would come in close
Take off all my
an eye when you live and die by this war
This right here is considered a banger
Delivered With anger, your life is in danger
Beware of them strangers,
be right there
Might do a lot but I'll be right there, not being there for you, that's my number one fear
Nigga out here tryna take my breath
Nigga
how I walk it
Walk down leave a footprint they get stepped on
Bring me in no confession
Blew right by and I left em
Legend Will Smith no Wesson
Wake up
Uh, nobody, you know what I'm sayin'
Nobody, nobody thought a nigga would be right here, though, you know
That shit make like
That shit make, that
want to be your hubby and meet
Your mummy that won't even feed your tummy
By the end of this year, if I ain't gone
Will you know who will end my career?
his cap'n
Lightnin' was in his eye
Cap'n, bet yo' las' red cent on me
Fo' I'll beat it to de bottom or I'll die, Lawd, Law
I'll beat it to de bottom
I'm wondering if you can hold it down, down, down, can you hold it down, down? (Down)
When it's gets wicked out here, when the scrutiny builds all
When do you want it just call me come get it
I'm right by the spot tryna cook me an emerald
Love money that's green count it up til its several
Dag
Niggas be askin' me like, "Man you took all that time off
I understand you had to get your mind right or whatever
you was doin' but I'm just
iPhone.
He’s fighting climate change. He’s flying round the world by jet.
He’s calling out all slavery. His clothes were made in sweatshops.
Property’s
Set! (Killah!)
[Cam'Ron (Jim Jones)]
Yo baby yo, Hey, you, yes give me a kiss
You better make it fast, I know you like what's on my wrist
(Now y'all
Set! (Killah!)
[Cam'Ron (Jim Jones)]
Yo baby yo, Hey, you, yes give me a kiss
You better make it fast, I know you like what's on my wrist
(Now y'all
Ricky the soprano
Hit a riff on the piano
I take shots when I ain't open
They say life is just a gamble
My lil' man'll put you right on top
Of T just like
quick like lightnin'
Swing my left jab first, and then come in with the right
Cold deck ya, nah I could never respect a
Punk like you, you get
Payday (measures and Breaks)
By Credits (Boz Scaggs/David Faich)
Hey you steppin' on my head
Why you gotta throw rocks in my bed
Mr. Shoeshine,
bigs who you hitting?
They overlook me
Stay unknown like the pokemon, so when I hit it she surprised by the shit I'm on
They think I'm quiet, but low
I don't know why I came in this club with you, girl
Don't know why I came in with these diamonds on my chain
Surrounded by bad bitches I can't get
smoke again
Ayo, who's that, it's Lil EZ
Back from the dead, eggs over easy all over his head
I can cook you an omelette and shove it down your throat
Well he blew right in, sat right down
And rolled himself a righteous smoke.
He lit his roach with a lightnin' bolt,
He took a toke and spoke.
Said he
(all, all that glitters is not gold)
Ma, we here, we gon' cook this Sunday, okay? (And all gold is not reality)
So come by (real is what you lays on me)
a rocket
Forever Faded we rockin
Real shit we got it
Trill shit we got it
Bout a dollar all profit
Catchin blessings like Hopkins
Clubber Lang on Rocky
With
You see, Tiny Chef, I gotta impress Colette
Gotta make her think that I'm a cook
Before she thinks that I'm a crook
We make a good team and together
of homicide, nigga
You ready?
I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but cook
Pack it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the books
Where we re-up,
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