Lyrics:
like Pablo (Pablo)
Money is filling a silo (Woah)
I run the world just like Pablo (Pablo)
You might not see your tomorrow (Woah)
Click clacking guns just
dose off
I ain't Molly Sosa but I bet she take them clothes off
If that's Pablo
What that make me?
Where my drug money bitch? Pablo Escobar (Money)
You
ride alike
Will he be able to handle bars
Or will he die tonight?
My ride is like you might not
Even make it outside tonight
I swear to God it's like
If
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
And I don't know where you went, when you left me but
Says here in the water, you must be gone by now
I can tell somehow
One hand on the trigger
might be my only right
We share the sadness
(Two wrongs make it all alright tonight)
Split screen sadness
(Two wrongs make it all alright tonight)
with the thugs tonight
Lights, camera, action can you feel the hype
Hit cruise control blazed Kryptonite
Well its alright, baby its alright
If you
by the end of this song
So get up, get up
No I'm never gonna let up
So you might as well sing along
The odds are that we will probably be alright
by the end of this song
So get up, get up
No I'm never gonna let up
So you might as well sing along
The odds are that we will probably be alright
Struck by lightning, sounds pretty frightening
But you know the chances are so small
Stuck by a bee sting, nothing but a B-thing
Better chance you
with the thugs tonight
Lights, camera, action can you feel the hype
Hit cruise control blazed Kryptonite
Well its alright, baby its alright
If you
saying "Beyoncé
Had the best video"
Ayy, baby, it's rock-n-roll tonight
Y'all might
Be experiencing pop shit tonight
But the vibes is back the prodigal son
is going to be Hillary Clinton!
You might not like it, but they gotta
Hear it i ain’t here to massage
You with a fake truth, telling you that
Hillary
back again
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back again
I cruise around in a rag top ride
Make me feel alright, make me feel alright
But now I've
#2: It could be carried by an African swallow!
GUARD #1: Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European
swallow, that's my point.
GUARD #2:
Girl you might want to be careful 'cause I'll steal you from your mister
My legs are pretty fast but my bicycle is quicker
I have very few aspirations
cruise ship
Running your mouth online
Might get your crew hit
Pause, think for a minute
I know you're wondering
If na cruise or I mean it
All I'm saying is
gone blow up
Writing my lyrics
Mass with your head's
It's the only solution I've ever imagined
Man I was told
By people I know
That I'll be nothing in
I'm at the preacher's door
My knees gettin' weak and my gun might blow
But we gon' be alright
Nigga, we gon' be alright
Nigga, we gon' be alright
I'm at the preacher's door
My knees gettin' weak and my gun might blow
But we gon' be alright
Nigga, we gon' be alright
Nigga, we gon' be alright
you know?
No one know you, I’m in
Your city like a mayor, ho
I lead by example
Your whole life I dismantle
Don’t tell a soul what we did
Just keep it
a clear view where I've been, where I ain't tryna go
Going off-road, four by four
Lock it in, make my own fuckin' path
And I'ma smash you hoes
Now let's go
Baby, look at me, mama love you
And I know you ain't no little boy no more
But you'll always be my baby
It seems like only yesterday I was holding
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