Lyrics:
Written by Sammy Masters, Richard Pope and Tex Satterwhite
(As released by Patsy Cline 9/9/58)
If I could see the world
through the eyes
2019
Produktion, Mix & Master: SammY Rc
Beat, Lyrics: SammY Rc & Zitrone
Danke an Zitrone für die tolle Coop im Songwriting und fürs fleißig mitrappen
METUBOY
METUBOY
Farasi
Michelle Leking
Master
Sammy J
Black White Record
Lova
METUBOY
Metutanga
Metutanga
Metutanga
Metutanga
Metutanga
Metutanga
Stan
Truchos like billete de Rick Masters
A lo Sammy Gravano can't keep the mouth shut
En mí confían demasiado, no sé si es bueno o malo
Aconsejando
more
[master p]
Little sammy grew up to be the neighborhood dope dealer,
Big wheeler, cap peeler, never gave a damn bout another life
Going to jail
the law above the rim above all of y'all
Here comes Sammy
If streets was a school master my degree We at they neck
I cant let em breath Poker fase on you
from Mr. Jenkins, who was a master baker. He taught Max all about the different types of flour, the secret to making perfect dough, and the magic
Kelly
So give me that honey love
You know what I'm thinking of
Joe's the man with the master plan
I got more rhymes than the beats got
Bass, make it bump
Kept my pace, let's get krunk
Lil mama slanging cokayana
Roll a fronna, smoking skunk
Scarface Master Splinter
Ice like winter
A Sammy be and ya don't stop
A Mister Cee and ya don't stop
A Cool V and ya don't stop
Evil E, and ya don't stop
A Easylee, and ya don't stop
A Sammy be and ya don't stop
A Mister Cee and ya don't stop
A Cool V and ya don't stop
Evil E, and ya don't stop
A Easylee, and ya don't stop
like Sammy
I leave minds magnetized like slaves
Your style is old fashioned like waves
Holdin' a pistol at a pastor
Pullin' the trigger faster
Tell him I
Everything I ever wore was once worn before
Roll with the punches now it's box office numbers
Dressed like Sammy Davis, steamin' my marijuana
Double MGs,
And a master of disguise?
He's a model citizen
Just keep believing that my friends
I'm a model citizen?
[Bridge]
I'm a model citizen
I'm a model citizen
on his own
(Hungry)
When I move Hell parts like plates erode
(Hungry)
Tectonic my flow, shaking your speaker
(Hungry)
Ah, Sammy the kid hungry like
Hey, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
I'm a general
Pussy, you a lawn jockey
Like I'm Sammy, been a bull
But, I'm the boss, John Gotti
Aye, Evgeni Malkin
in charge
But let's not play
No games
How bout I show no shame
It's easy on paper
But hard to master
In this real life
In this real test
I digress
some average about house yea yea
Catch along I'll be at your service ay
Master bating as one recalled it's not catch taking yea yea
Master your babies
a fuck but I know I'm suppose to
Like your last date, best bet I ghost ya
Like Sammy Sosa, it's out the park
Take out a mark, with bars like soap
Carve out
remember back when no one noticed us
but now
HOOK
I’m feelin’ like a champion
they said that it can’t be done
stickin to my master plan
starin in
that Jesus don't sin
You never seen what I seen, dirty hammys worn
Say her name was Sammy Thorn
She holding school books and little
Bag of roasted corn
Que seria de mi dialecto si no cantara perfecto, que master beat haga pista que no estuvieran efecto
Que el científico no grabe o que mi mama no lave
and the Master of Fun
My rap technique is most very unique
Your toes start to squeak, by the way that I speak
My rhymes are more sporty than the ESPN
There was more than enough for everyone
So Sammy and Frankie, mingle in the crowd
Heard Stevie and Michael, singin' out loud
They were hippin'
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