Lyrics:
You wanna get my playbook and examine it
Connected - $12.99 plus shippin' and handlin', nigga!
[Chorus: x2]
Check it out
Everybody wanna walk like
just tryna get thugged"
Your job tryin' not to look smug
Four names, two aliases and all of 'em is mud
Album dropped with a thud
Awkward silence,
like a dead body coming for its murderer
Shit, you seen Chino lately? You gotta see him
What you get to make an album, I get in one day's per diem
Go
Man, this is the last.. record on the album
I got my man Craig Craig in the house
Kevin Dee from Midnight Express Crew's in the house
Charles'
Y'all mainstream rappers tried to kill the genre
When I can revive it by not smoking marijuana
I will also be a decent home own'a
I'ma 'finna own
everything’s a lie
Don’t let the truth pass you by
Even I’m an abuser
I made this damn album on a computer
But when you see it later
It’ll be like two
my last album flopped
Two, it wasn't my time
Three, my fuckin' mama's selling my pajamas online
(Lalalalalalalalalaa)
But guess what?
(I'm whiskey
Hey
Trust Gang
Heart felt the Album
Heart felt the Album
Aye I just lost two people in the same week
I stay to myself but can you blame me
My family
bang
Now think twice fore you speak
Here to take the crown and
I mean by any means (my shit go)
Bang, bang, bang, bang
It go hard in the street
Name
thirty-eight by twenty-nines
And two dicks got these shits looking hella tight
I pop tags in morning, I pop the bands at night
VBS on neck and wrist man I'm
[C-Bo]
Yea let's get this money though my nigga
Ahh man fucking on us man fucking on us
Man I'm not going back to prison nigga
I already got two
and whites ride by and niggas yell, "Fuck them Jakes!"
So much respect, I can lay dough on the floor
Walk away and come back without cats runnin off
I'm
my last album flopped
Two, it wasn't my time
Three, my fuckin' mama's selling my pajamas online
(Lalalalalalalalalaa)
But guess what?
(I'm whiskey
Song: Alien Spotlight
Album: G O O D N I G H T
Artist: Brandon Jordan Feat. BrockeyyBugattii
(Verse: 1)
Don't Need Nobody On Me
Let's get that
down the street in my Marquis
Sipping mercury
Spitting blasphemy
Smoking gas puff pass don't ask for me
Dnd
Don't call me
Don't text me
Don't fax me
Her
motherfuckers must ain't peeped them
Last two albums, for real, dick riders
[Hook - 2x]
All you hoes, talking down
Guard your grill, keep moving around
stretch marks and that cellulite
All this shit a' make a
Dollar in their proper places
I'm making big bass more loud in your faces
Ciroc by the cases
to the clones of a
Spider crew
No hate, just a fuck you too
Not pressed by what you do
I'm M C let the mic confuse
It's righteous soul food, for
The album do,
goodbyes at front doors. Seventeen drives through palm-lined streets and miles of crammed highways to Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School at 5901 Pine
get cold like 2 degree
Nah Fuck this shit I ain't showing up
Just Write me up for truancy No you and me
Big ass platinum of my album
Hanging in my
Just so my album can debut
But when will I be noticed
And become a talented artist
This is how it is on my streets
We walk around and carry beefs
Cause
helder voor die bitch moves
Ik drop een hele album ga niet wachten op een clipshoot
En ben ik op de streets dan ben ik zoiezo met 3 goons
En ben ik aan et
she a fan
Catch me if you can, it's the gingerbread man
You already know by the album, see the movie, read the book
It's God Level
Billy Goat
It's J.
to therapy and I felt like that shit was all stupid
After therapy
Two years past then I dropped dichotomy
Hoping that an album could kill the pain that was
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