Lyrics:
and I'm itching
I know where I've got to go
Imma get on my bike
And head for the lights
Hit up that studio
When I lie down, and I'm thinking
And my mind
right yah so and bomb you from far
Me a kill ah gyal, left a gyal inna blood bath
Ride pan bike and shot out dem heart
Send dem a cemetery, everybody
you (turn the lights on)
Yo, Young Money right here
Bike here, throw it up, no high chair
Cold like a white bear
Freddie Kruger, I'm a rap bitch
standing on his own feet
A Boss is one who guarantee we gone eat
Fuck a blog dog cause one day we gon' meet
I'm a spazz on yo ass like I'm on e
Or a double
O.g. is one who standin' on his own feet.
A boss is one who guarantee we gone eat.
Fuck a blog dawg cause one day we gone meet.
I'm a spazz on yo' ass
Listen to music, meditate, go to fitness
Ride a horse, ride a bike or motorcycle
Just take a walk, or go for a run
Start a blog or video blog, register
crib
Bunch of tank top, nappy headed bike-stealing Chatham boys
None of my nigga's ain't had no dad
None of my nigga's ain't have no choice
JJ,
standing on his own feet
A Boss is one who guarantee we gone eat
Fuck a blog dog cause one day we gon' meet
I'm a spazz on yo ass like I'm on e
Or a double
let's take him for that ride
OG is one who standing on his own feet
A Boss is one who guarantee we gone eat
Fuck a blog dog cause one day we gon' meet
bottle pop, I model pop
Catch me on them bikes, let the throttle pop
Niggas know I'm nice and I got a lot
Like F your corner, nigga, I'll buy the block
let's take him for that ride
OG is one who standing on his own feet
A Boss is one who guarantee we gone eat
Fuck a blog dog cause one day we gon' meet
let's take him for that ride
OG is one who standing on his own feet
A Boss is one who guarantee we gone eat
Fuck a blog dog cause one day we gon' meet
X Mama mad I got a flight
Sorry but I got a life
Rigel just told me compete when I go in the feature and ride like a bike
Camo the base on the tee
askin for favors
Grey diamonds, black ski mask
Like a fan of the raiders
I call Carl like look I got
Some raw let's get this paper
The blog sites loving
barely hangin on
Another blog just turned me down, but fuck em, write another song
And make em all regret lookin over me all a long
I don't wanna sell
Smaug
Hoping on a bop
Coughing up a blog
Not enough frosting on your cake
Stop walking and talking
All the respect that had for you, I Lost it
Chuck you
still gorgeous
We gon' have a rack for every blog that ever said no
We gon' have a bullet for every fraud that was a fed tho
Fresh like a mentos
Packed
The bike is on a doom
I tell them hit the waves
I slam you on the floor
And everybody too
Eh
They just be watching
They bringing out their phones
They
Man fuck y'all
Look
I'm on porn blogs
Corn dogs
Asking why I would do that
Texas making waves
Well these desert dunes will do that
The girl's
domina né boy?
Pegação, dinheiro, as novas, cê ta ligado!
Tem nem idade, ta na caça da azaração
Foto de Blog, faz biquinho e várias posição
Se acha a dona
bege
Tapa na tua bunda de leve, leve
Se gosta de mim faz uma fanpage, page
Foda-se Feedback
Ah mulek! De rolé de bike
Rima tá mec
Respeite os
At this point HP cant be bad as Philly
All these potholes can't ride no bikes or pop no willy's
Kids barely got places to play man this shit is silly
No
motherfuckers always on my top
When I pull up with that smoke
Gon wipe the floor make you on Mop
I respected round my parts
Can you even pull up on your bike
You
head and off em
Captain the ship
You know ima toss em
Pushing the pedal like bike
None of this came over night
None of this came over hype
I peel her
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