Lyrics:
Huh, but I had to push the troublematic button
Goin' to my girlie so I exit the highway
50 seconds later I was parked in the driveway
Got up
hip-hoppers all over will be stung
[ CHORUS ]
(How was the rhyme brung?)
Frum the tip of my tung (7X)
(How was the rhyme brung?)
Frum among the tip of my tung
seven seconds till the bastards breach the door. Just remember nothing's real, they can't hurt you anymore. Run. Bullets ricochet, under the gun, reaching
knife Another day, another strike
Feeling better by the second, take my future to a spay wife Let's get back into it, I've been writing non-stop
Just
a couple days of old shit
When it comes to others, they just start
Before putting themselves up for judgment by the law
That's the difference in my thoughts
from his snoring, was like, "What you doing?"
A disturbance only last for a second
Wanting platinum status, she was standing butt-naked
After booty
and it got about a 7-inch dick on it
Lil nigga, I'm G23, Gen 5, and it got about a switch on it
That stupid-ass nigga got caught by a TM5, and he had about
A 9 BALL 3 BILLS SHOT BUP BAP
YO ME DEVEN NEED A SECOND OR A THIRD FI GUH SPIN DEM BLOCK
SUH WEH ME HEAR SOME WASTE MAN A CHAT DEM NAH TALK FACTS
YO
vane
That's when love comes
Almost seven years after after the storms have moved on
Was a damn long time without laughter...
But how's a second hand
of the fluffy stuff
You could never OD
One breath in Im transcending to heaven
We gon puff puff first
Then Ill pass it off second
Greeted at the pearly gates
By
you couldn't be saved by John the Pope
Money is the bible, couldn't care about a idol
If you're goin' for the title than it's kinda suicidal
Cause
[Mastamind]
I'm back in this bitch you'll be dead by tonight
I came to haunt your fucked up every day life
Look at me look in my eyes, my face is no
Phillip
Oh, at art camp, I played Lumiere
And the beast and I had a fling
I'd run my fingers through his hair
Well, beast so, fur
His second show
starts
But that Sunday when I left you was the end of the ride, and
Chorus:
There was never a day when thoughts of you passed me by
There was never an hour
I blow
Might catch a contact, if I drive by slow
With a tight grip, hand on the wheel of my tight whip
See me at the second line, and all them girls
the trend
From evening to AM my friend
I wish I could stop, I'm just so damn dependant
Haven't been home for a minute and I'm wiped out
Getting older by
hopes
and all my dreams, they come together exactly as they seem.
*Pre-Chorus*
First rule says you've got to believe in who you are.
Second asks you
bystander, blocks have cameras
Have second thoughts
When you're brandishing the hammer
It's not a movie when your
Head's up, shake down, faced with the toolie
paid me by the hour, workin' 24/7
Jag är samma gamla vanliga
Här vi åker runt i bilar, automatiska
De är tragiska, boom, pah
Dyker upp med min
Has no place left to boil
That's when the land was overrun
By plants and factory scenes
And all the crafts got dry cleaned
A shadow once nobody owned
to that sky-high mother
I'm back in Trastevere dancing the seven hills
Cutting my brother's neck grabbing the dollar bills
The day the cowboy cried
or athletes?
Man runner get caught by hand speed
Forget the violence
Be silent
Lay back in the black top whip with the plate on private
Back to my yard where I'm
Engine revving towards that ending
It's my drive that almost killed me
It's my mind that's always bending
I don't have time for a second take
Spent
love in seven weeks or more
I wondered if that little bird won't land here no more
You can't count tears in the ocean
In the dying days of June
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