Lyrics:
Pitt
All my Angelinas if you got it let me see it
Did it by myself, not a little bit of help
Nobody, nobody did nothing I know
On my knees saying
enough to be with it
All in fun and games and keeping it cool
But my my, when you're kicking it, time flys by
Cause every hour's a minute, and every
Peel me a grape, crush me some ice
Skin me a peach, save the fuzz for my pillow
Talk to me nice, talk to me nice
You've got to wine and dine me
enough to be with it.
All in fun and games and keeping it cool,
But my, my, when you're kicking it, time flys by;
'Cause every hour's a minute,
Play that sticky french track
That lives in my back
I need some inspiration
Daddy pump those mains that tickle my brain
I dig that french connection
the rough
Playin shadows
Ridin on the track side-saddle
Long John Silver
The God on your block like God-zilla
RRAWWARRR She gave away my
Pussy I'mma kill her
and there ain't no turning back
It's time to lay down new tracks
It's time to lay down new tracks
It's time to lay down new tracks
It's time to lay down new
A little too turnt, cause I'm tired of being conscious
Her booty moving like a track meet, when she pop it
Girl you running on my mind, you must run
(Glock in my draws as I walk the motherfuckin' track)
(Turn the beam up, Scotty)
(Glock in my draws as I walk the motherfuckin' track)
(Hit me
and ridden by lust, no trust
And now I look up at all thats above because
I be knowing that it's us, and it all is a fuzz
I got a mind that is free, cause I'm
Turn off my lights no one will find me
And now the fuzz are zeroing in
But i don't care cause I'm high on heroin
And as they go by i make my escape
Peel
lovin' on Brasi
You judgin' a book by the cover, be honest
Condemn it 'cause you see yourself up inside it
Secretively, wanna try it in private
with Mikey Rodes and played the codes
Sometimes I don't budge, without my cous' Fuzz (a-one, two, a-one, two)
A simple, "How ya do?" A check in from my
of peach fuzz -- his hopes may be the same
But he's signed up as a soldier out to play the music game
There are fake patches on his jacket -- he's used
or Lac
Peak you as you been there and float to them raps
Butterfly's planets for the jam 8 Tracks
From the 90-tops with the twists and plaits
Look
called the circle of fuzz
the next big step
Is the stand up and stretch
This is the one that I love the best
You get real long from head to tail
Stick up
and come back at the same time
Lyrics dem clean as a whistle
But listen, I’m dumping on tracks at the same time
Dead serious
But I stay operating outside ah
like studs
Gotta blacklist of narcs who
Steady fuckin with the fuzz
Same ones give me daps and hugs
Ones got my shoulder
Hella heavy carryin a grudge
Twist tops and evade the fuzz
Hip hops all city from UK to AUS
It’s the connection, spin it up replay it in your section
It’s the connection, dealing
Look at them boys chasing all those Catholic girls
Peach fuzz punks trying to give somebody their world
They got their chests puffed out to match
Relationships don't mean shit to me
I'm home wrecking like I'm fucking TNT
fire spread on, get your jaw checked, cuz
No need for heat
No need for fuzz
That's
throw
Like ah...
Brace your face for the wave
Ready like Trigga'
From the braids
To the fade... ah
Killer on the track
Gimme pay
Home run anytime I
search help, I recommend
You're ain't doing good my friend
No worries don't make a fuzz
Grab a bottle pop the cap right off
You don't know nothing about
while me and my outlaw homie rollin a fatass blunt
which the term is not yet defined
tryin to tame this track to rewind
if ya want some of this get behind
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