Lyrics:
Don't touch what you can't have bitch
Oh well that's too damn bad bitch
I'm a stone cold motherfucker hit em with that cold shoulder 'til I got that
degree day and there's no frickin' air conditioning
And you can't see b- the hair is frizzin'
'Cause you got the windows up, blaring the system in your
Johnny was a schoolboy
When he heard his first Beatles song
‘Love Me Do’ I think it was
And from there it didn't take him long
Got himself a guitar
was born there
But I really don't remember
In Oklahoma not Arizona
What does it matter
What does it matter
Well I've never been to England
But I
Are you ready baby?
Are you ready?
Then get the fuck up!
Lemme hear some noise
There's definitely not enough people on the fuckin' floor
you expect til' then til' then
I got more dreams than I do bands
No need for sleep unless the mills in my hand
If it's not bout green than it's time
Johnny was a schoolboy when he heard his first Beatle song,
'Love me do,' I think it was. From there it didn't take him long.
Got himself a guitar,
happen right away. And it was tough. There were doubts to conquer medical and life-threatening complications during pregnancy and birth, an immaculate
bitch, I'm fucking with the fleek hoes
And I'd never give my soul up for a bankroll
Niggas get lucky standing right there by the rainbow
No rain though,
to talk about
I love you til I’m not around
Until I’m underground
There’s us
Ohh
Better or for worse
At our best at our worst
If we blessed or we cursed
Ohh
Believe me, when I say
Before light, there was dark
Where you going, where you going?
Where you going, where you going?
Where you going?
If I
the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black
the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black
soul, okay
Everybody wanna be demon 'til they get chipped by your throwaway
And I might do a show a day, once a lame, always a lame
Oh, you thought
Flexing
Flexing
Flexing
Yea SyndRome
Yea Yea Kingsmen
NerdMix Yea
Indy U in this bitch
Yea
Strongman in the building
I'ma flex on em 'til they feel
relapse
How can you say that?
Tell me that I ain't have a shot and there was no God
I am encourage by all the discouragement, Bala won't stop 'til the day
Speeding past your alabaster companions
Wally West, but blacker
Wallabee Beatles plus one before Sector V was established
A boss ass bitch
Good ass kid.
think you've got it figured out
Got a big head from them labels trying to bring you out
'Til they passed on you, they ain't see what they was missing
I thought I did all there was to do
I give my best to you
It ain't over til it's over
Ooh-oh ooh-oh ooh-oh
It ain't over til it's over
Ooh-oh
a move
Mr. T, Mr. Act-A-Fool, Mr. Break-The-Rules
Mr. Told-You-I'd-Be-There-At-12-And-Ain't-Get-There-'Til-2
Mr.
fact's
I'm like Wu-Tang infused with Nas when the beat is there to act
So switch it
(Yeah pablaww ha you don't fuck with the Harmo Records crew man)
One
sang on our radio
But something was missing no spring to my stride
No one was standing, there by my side
But the world keeps on spinning and time
Amor de Mi Vida
I was searching all my life For a love so fine
Then you came along And you blew my mind
Like the Beatles on the radio Singing sweet
Amor de Mi Vida
I was searching all my life For a love so fine
Then you came along And you blew my mind
Like the Beatles on the radio Singing sweet
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