Lyrics:
gonna lose ya
I'm gonna give you the slip
A slip of the hip or another, I'm gonna lose ya
I'm gonna trick ya, I'll trick ya
One way, or another, I'm gonna
deep!
Money money money money
Growing it on trees!
Tricks up my sleeves, you can Ask Jeeves
Or google that fam i stand and stampede
All over the track
windshield smear
Here you steer, I really shouldn't be behind this
Clearly cause my blindness, the windshield is menstrual/minstrel
The whole grill is
one
But none of them look the same
You can tell i'm smoking on the real One
Just by the smoke not the name
Told my plugs don't send me lows
I'll pay
This is the last time
I know I'm 'bout to drive you crazy
Last time but I gotta see my baby
I know I swore that I'd never break your heart no more
Isn't even twenty years old
Fifty years down the line, you can start this
Cuz we'll be the Old School artists
And even in that time, I'll say a rhyme
and I work for the poor
Now tomorrow you can say you saw
KRS-One stompin' once more
I play by ear, I love to steer
The Alfa Romeo from here to there
tomorrow you can say you saw
KRS-One stompin' once more
I play by ear, I love to steer
The Alfa Romeo from here to there
I grab the beer, but not in
at all then
Yeah well fuck you it's 10am
Father and a real gem
Just shut the fuck up; I'll take them
Fucking mayhem
I don't blame them
For being shitheads
think your a loser
She came in here hot and did all those muhfuckin' tricks so I think I'll call her Azula
I just go do what I want like a ruler
You
Aye, this ain't for play, and this shit ain't that fun
But you know I gotta do it dogg, rollin' with this gun
Strapped up to the fullest, bitch I'll pull
and Beyond]
Stars and Stripes are like cars and bikes
They're just vehicles you steer to ride other peoples fears
Stars and Stripes are like nails and spikes
Ain fuckin wit niggas I'll die by my lonely
Rather hang wit my daughter I'm giving out game
Got a small family they need me I can't even betray em
I
Can't let em steer me from my purpose, In my lane no more swervin'
Once you in drive no reversin', Few things I'm certain
That lil shit ain't stressin'
Runnin' wild chasin' that dream
And you were the Coke to my Jim Beam
Yeah, we had it all
Had the world by the tail
And I was the hammer
And baby you
ya
I'm gonna trick ya trick ya trick ya trick ya
One way or another I'm gonna lose ya
I'm gonna give you the slip
I'll walk down the mall
Stand over
ya
I'm gonna trick ya trick ya trick ya trick ya
One way or another I'm gonna lose ya
I'm gonna give you the slip
I'll walk down the mall
Stand over
ya
I'm gonna trick ya trick ya trick ya trick ya
One way or another I'm gonna lose ya
I'm gonna give you the slip
I'll walk down the mall
Stand over
held by your spell
But fuvk it man
That's some weak shii
I can see real like I'm weetbix
Never falling for your cheap tricks
They ride my wave till their
to the streets, want a war with a G
Live at the gun range like my name Chief Keef
Say he got beef but you ridin' two deep
I'll knock a passenger to the damn
and
This set was built for a comedy hit
That is not done yet
I'll steer, swiftly drive off of this road
That has brought me here
I folded my laundry
I dusted
on the Nina
(Blow the bag)
Ima sparlish bish i give sassy tricks
You wanna play with me then get Ratchet wit it
(Pop pop)
Ima sparlish bish i do bossy shit
I
cheers
In my own lane, nigga, watch where you steer
Think I got 'em scared, shot 'em in the beard
That's a chin check, I'm certified everywhere
Man,
heart ain't cold enough don't make me put you in a freezer
He was moving in the field file and got benched
I'll put my whole dick in your bitch and still
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