Lyrics:
music that isnt
I was just making it clap to Wacka Flacka last Christmas
Clap for a nigga wit her rappin' ass
Nobody know if tomorrow promised live
You can call it a comeback
I lay back, analyze the rhymes and realize
I own that crown for lyrical combat
Spit more raps to count more stacks
like that good shit, man, always in rotation
Now they know Logic for Logic, not through my affiliations
Stacking profit on profit, from this music I'm
Hey baby you forgot your Ray Bans
And my sheets still orange from your spray tan
It was more than soft porn for the K-man
She remember my Sprinter,
heart (city rhythm) is torn apart (oo)
By the love I wish I had
Well, I spend my (city rhythm) nights in the city's lights (oo)
And things don't seem so
Halle Berry
I'll be the ghetto Damon Wayans
In charge like the Lakers
You got your pink 380
I got my black nine for the haters
My homies call you
That power
Oh, oh oh
This is on a bus back from camp. I'm thirteen and so are you. Before I left for camp I imagined it would be me and three or four
through the hood
Just stopped by to say what's up
And let you know
Your baby boy ain't doing so tough
And even though you passed
Going on four long
VERSE1:
Lay your head down by my side
Look that way just one more time
And promise me... nothing
I know time isn't ours to keep
But that doesn't
got yo' bitch from LA
I got a fetish for all of that pain
She lay it down for me late
I just be feelin'
I'm sick of these ho's
I'm chuggin' down cup
to give your family your time
If you're searching for love in the industry you'll be let down
They don't love you 'til you dead and then they call you
I drum for my da tinka
Everyday for her's the saaaaaaame
Link up chin up
Left foot right foot
Lay down shut up
And relations get fucked just like
of OG, I go in like a door key
Your girlfriend down on both knees, she catch more balls than a goalie (yeah, ho)
Purple all in my Sprite, I'm high
beneath our feet
Straight ass cheeks niggas be askin
For ass whippings
Guns kick like pelle
My big shit be jumping like Jordan
Often lay a man down
and thuggin, prepared for bustin' if that's my destiny
Ready for whatever, see you niggas can't get the best of me
(Hold me down) definitely no need for askin'
how I love to do
Try to deny me of my props then I'll be seeing you
Most of you suckers wanna be down for the tag along
The freaking fame, someone
sling
I'm deep in the South kicking up top game
Bouncing on the highway switching four lanes
Screaming through the sunroof
Money ain't a thang
Your worst
music 'cause I can't buy a friend
I tried like three, four times with a nigga I love, I can't try it again
I choose you over you, I won't decide again
the country, shawty D4L, I did it for the low-low (yeah, yeah)
Bury me with all my jewelry on me and some VVS's in the logo (yeah, yeah)
President ain't never
some mercy
Darlin', please lay down your weaponry
(that's cool)
How did I end up somewhere between, oh (uhh)
Lover and a memory
'Cause I don't believe in
The priest of pandimonium the wargod has emerged
Above sea-level that's when thunder rolls
and lightning strike down
Atrocity lay that poor ass and rain it for
that's irrelavent
Chorus(x2):
[styles]
If you love the money, then prepare to die for it
[dmx]
Niggaz done started somethin
[styles]
You can lay in
me see you break it down
And ladies, let your hips move around
It's the sound of the B.E.P family
Got a poet named Life and a sister Kimy (worrrrd
Suddenly aware of energy all around her
The feeling of love
Her house felt big, small, scary, nice
The summer it was so hot
Sweat dripping down her arm
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