Lyrics:
reports world news as
They report about me, we're in trouble
Are you saying that
No, wait, let me finish have you thought of
The chance I'm taking by
budge, he must've wanted this
Now he touches her and she pulls off quick
Ain't fucking with him so he tries a kiss
And she all like "You got me fucked up
live to spite we
We done hear the news (yeah, bullet)
So we like fuck you too nigga (fuck)
We ain't gotta pretend (2 chainz)
We don’t fuck with you
And creepy slim jims pops up from your stomach like alien
We're on a crap world now, it makes me lose it
Fiona Apple, wow this world's really a bullshit now
I
Yo Silkk
What up?
Tell Jigga we need 4 apples,
2 bananas and 5 oranges
You sure?
Nigga, he know what I'm talkin 'bout
Aight, I'll get him
[Redman and Erick Sermon]
Live at the tunnel why'all
Big Kap and Funk Flex (look around)
Hit me back why'all, Def Squad why'all
Hold it down,
Basquiats
She learning a new word, it's yacht
Blew the world up as soon as I hit the club with her
Too Short called, told me "I fell in love with her"
unravel from trees
With an apple to eat, that shit never happens to me
I don't know if you do or don't exist, shit is driving me crazy
Send your
unravel from trees
With an apple to eat, that shit never happens to me
I don't know if you do or don't exist, shit is driving me crazy
Send your
though I was born a have not
Better come and see how I live I'll be your escort
Tembisa where I was born where I belong
Where my 1st verse was certified
close to you right now, it's a force field.
I wear my heart upon my sleeve, like a big deal.
Your love pours down on me surround me like a waterfall.
feel the music higher
And touch the sky
No love, no love, you drive me crazy
You crazy boy
I wanna live with you, a déjà vu
La la la la la la, la la la
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
hate me fall backkkkkk
No choice by force I sport
To go and cop sum ice
Designer on my mojo
I live in the spotlight
Real street nigga aint no flaw
ain't no clone
We at da top where we belong
Straight lean, rozay', patron
Smoking on thousand dollas worth of strong
When da club bout to hear dis
belong
Let's go
Follow me
Let's go
To a place where we belong
Dancing in the club
Feeling all the love
Sweatin' like a dog
Diversity thrives
We live for
to hold this bitch down
Like a motherfuckin' chick underwater, he tryna d-dr-drown
Shawty, when you dance, you got me captivated
Just by the way that you
Tell my mama keep on praying for us
Now Tell me what you supposed to do
When you not looking for no problems
But that just comes to you
I expect it, by
of clubs
I never went to bed, shit
Wine or water
You said something about a cold drink?
I don't know, I'm delirious
Cups of the Rosé
Bitches in my
bring life back
You hear me say
Story story
We gats to give God glory
We gats to live life slowly
Yolo no dey bring life back
Help me say
Ah two thousand
(momma)
Told mama, "I'm sorry, pockets on infinity"
You can ask around, really hit them juugs for the fuckin' pound
Next time you see me, better not ask
Wait a minute, wait a minute, could it be
Summer sunsets, apple pie by the beach
Fairytale photos all full of you and me
I got a smile so wide I had
of national security, making anti-muck
out of spread-out style. the irrational reproduction
of these impossible motherfuckers is spurred on by
you and me
something that day
That stuck wit me
You can put me anywhere and I'ma live
And I can care less if a nigga fuck with me
These niggas know they can't fuck with
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