Lyrics:
on tracks with Mos Def
When you call him Kwa-li or Kwe-li, I put him on songs with Jay-Z
I'm the Gap like Banana Republic and Old Navy, and ooh
It come out
surrounded by body guards
Hoping no one pulls your cord you got me laughing pretty hard
Thinking you're the white hot man of the hour
But you just can't
hit a little something
We can jump on three, go all or nothing
연락, could I hit you when I want bae
Hit you when I want, hit you, hit you when I want bae
you can make real your dreams
But you got to know this one thing
No man does it all by himself
I said, young man, put your pride on the shelf
got big bands in my pocket
I'ma pull it out when I take a pic
Jumpin' out with my chain swanging
Nigga I ain't worried 'bout shit
I got real killers
Rina i can hear myself good now
You're good now, haha
Haunted by the memories of you in this life
Man, I've met so many dudes
That were jealous
Okay, I keep warrant no ID
Got a couple bad bitches by me
You can't be walkin with that
Two lead don't try me
Try lotto my auto cost two million euros
noise)
Yeah! (Where you get that thang, man?) (By my side)
When you do somethin' to somebody, um (By my side)
It ain't just you, it's somebody next
a fantastic feat to a drastic leap
I know some killers that love to put in work
That won't last a week
You askin' me? The art of
Tranquility's how you master
the V-Town
These muthafuckas is dope though
I'm tellin you, bro
You ain't never heard no shit like this befo'
So Jay Tee, step up to that mic and tell em
and change them
It hasn't been fun being drunk
Since I was young
No, it hasn't been fun being drunk
And you said
"Hey hey, honey, I love you"
It's something I
anymore
Late nights I swear I miss the feeling
Miss those days, we were young and wild
It was my number that you always dialed
Back in the day when I
and the broken-hearted...(before you know it it's gone...)
let the revels begin
let the fire be started...(tonight is what it means to be young...)
we're dancing for the desperate
you to the ground as I pull out my blade
Slice out your tongue, leave a line along your vein
Blood gushes out as it leaves your fuckin' brain
No matter
to the screams, you hear them sirens
Killers bustin' shots and wilin'
Body bags, you know we supply 'em
We rydin'! We violent!
When we wilin' stuff my face full
ain't taking work but they are eating bread
Who of you is actually down to ride
Go through the wars right by my side
Jump in the glide no excuse on why
a cut em up) cut em up I'm a killer
Dedicated to crushing the scene what a mess
They say the best prevents success
So, Young Wicked shine harder than you
like to thank all, all the wonderful folks, and I'd like to thank you, too." ELVIS
"Three young singers were killed today in the crash of a light
hold in the 1950’s when we were already entranced by baseball, bikinis and the boob tube. We invented manned flight, atom bombs, and duct tape before we
Poverty's a mind state
Time wait's for no man, but no man
Wants to die a poor man with no plan
You can try to kill me, but I come back
Hate me, that's
we're young
When we're young
We are always getting what we want
When we're young
When we're young
We are always getting what we want
Yeah I know I am
coaching, projecting
And teasing and saying what you would do better
But it takes no talent to just post a comment
When I cannot see ya
Jump in the Arena
Jump
Young!
( OH MY God, what them niggaz say? Oh my God what them niggaz do?)
I'm no killer but I will kill ya, you niggaz acting too familiar
( OH
hypnotized they do what I said
Where them boys who said they were killers
Where the snitches be pointing they fingers
They just be cutting their boys with no
.png/220px-Pink_Floyd,_Wish_You_Were_Here_(1975).png "Wish You Were Here")
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