Lyrics:
to the money in short time
Watch us make it back 10 times
My wrist spinnin', I'm so fuckin' tired
That my favorite line, I'm motherfuckin' tired
Chop a brick
practice what I preach
This is for my bruddas doing pull-ups on the yard in Hell
Just come back from court cause they denied his bail
Best keep your gun
these um, (looks pathetic) these sessions.
He was waiting there with his girl, Isa. (they were cool)
He's on a honeymoon.
He took us to the apartment
history forgetting
Everything a man don't
Really understand gotta
Put it in his hands like mittens
America the land
But its ran by the man
Wanna put us in
on God
A Gangsta handling his business
I'm way too trencherous, I'm dangerous
All my choppas coming with the drums
When the opps see us they just like run
to out-power a horse
Providin' thy with fire to burn like a torch
My music you feel in your bones
'Cause my lyrics were sent by the Lord
And all of these people
Who was ate by a lion it's told
So I left little William by the tigers' pavilion
And round to the monkeys I strolled
There was one great big monkey who
a poor sinner's soul
Come take me by the hand”
“My soul, sir, it is aching
My heart weighs down on me
Come take me down, just out of town
Let me make my
you gon get stuck there every time
Waka Flocka Waka Flocka, keep the coke up every time
Winner ate the stash, it’s alright, can’t lose they mind
Late
they love torah
Oh and I know it
We singing cause God chose us
613 we show it
Scooters to the Rova
Walk by the menorah
Eating seeds and soda
Carbonated
a record deal, now them same old chicks that used to walk on by
go out their way to say hi
But they gets none
That's why I'm with the same girl
wallows
Reach the gate, hungry just ate
Riffin', she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin' to wait
Conversate, sex on the first
she spilt a drink on my cream wallows
Reach the gate, hungry just ate
Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin
a drink on my cream wallows
Reach the gate, hungry just ate
Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin to wait
Conversate,
wallows
Reach the gate, hungry just ate
Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin to wait
Conversate, sex on the first date I
pints, before gym, still be lookin' swole
I put red dot on his face, like ya mama mole
All I done did, I should move into uncle mode
Bad boujee bitch
And lessons by gangsters and crooks
What you know 'bout?love and put?
America history
We had history before they brought us
Here in the ships of slavery
All
I can't talk much what the Agar's did
We're the reason that their mate turned shit
Can't say that, catch my gist?
That's the reason we're harassed by
V1 Lead
So, what’s the upshot from all this discovery?
Recovery, of facts we thought we’d never see…
…( it) paints a different picture of (U.S
It's my first Father's Day without you, my first as a father
My son won't know his grandpa, you won't see him as a toddler
I just wanna give him
school
We got rushed and robbed on route to his funeral
But where I come from in London that is usual
Few moons ago I dreamt my brother was in an ambulance
picked up by some scary madda fakka
His name was Harry
He was really hairy
It's actually very
Scary, hairy Harry
Where are You going Said the man When I
that were coming our way
There were trapeze fliers
And men that ate fire
And things we never dreamed existed
And the radio and TV
Told us we'd be
Fools
to deal with the wars of us
People are rooks, by the way they stay on their path
I'm a nice guy, but I never finish last
And these people being pawns, by
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