Lyrics:
scheme unfurler
Genus steeped in burglars, murderers
Fiend Weekly's champ moustache twirler
I cheated, I used curlers
Yes, my amusements bamboozle
[Talking - Paul Wall]
Aww, that hoe gangsta......Live from the GRITIRON
It's the people's champ..Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
I gotta, do what I do
this shit is for you
Aye look
I’m going stupid full crazy
Surrounded by haters the niggas that make me
I’m stackin my money inspired by Jay Z
I’m on my
následky má každej čin
Píčo mi nestiň když zářim
Pohlaď flašku letí Gin
Řekni kde by si byl kdyby sme nebyli my
V prdeli ready na debily sme
Bang, bang se
Wake up, go get it
Don't hit the snooze
Thought I told ya, we not bout to lose
Thought I told ya, we don't play by the rules
Thought I told ya, we
tryna kill me
45 By my side cuz outside its getting chilly
Bring the heat Like a flame to the philly
Bring the pain to my brain light my feelings
Fly away
elaborate
Shit on ?, activist servin my addicts (why?)
Fuck up those who dance by chance a champ be fly
Smack that ass that go by and she won't ask me why
That fail
To get riches to riches in my vicinity
But still
Can't none of this shit imprison me
Oh you feel
I'm inhibited by iniquities
But yet
You
from eternity
And all that shit you kick just don't concern me
I separate the champs from the chumps
Ask a nigga blunt, "Yo, how many lumps you want?"
me
I was young Jim went in one and out one
Cause even though he's goat he was always outdone
How I'm supposed to stay inspired by the top gun
When
Rockin' it... rockin' it
Now, goin' one-by-one
Individually we'll rhyme to expand the fun
So clear yourself from the launchin pad as we blast off
here, but my name ain't Nelly (mm)
You obsessed with me, she be telling me
You be texting her (uh) while she sexing me (mm)
Scam, scam, scam, scam, I
Written by Kevin Bacon
Strings written and arranged by Michael Bacon
"A guide book for the paranoid." KB
I'm in Paris, won't be here long
But after
don't waste none the air baby "Lazy!!!"
[Chorus] (2x)
Everybody you know, everybody we know (Come on, that's right)
want to spit a rhyme on a beat by
Yeah, haha
You know what the fuck goin' on (eat it up champ, eat it up)
The fucking champ, nigga
Let's go
Ice out my wrist like I broke it, ah
out till the end
A rider rides until he dies if he does nothing else
He'll struggle in silence by your side
And never ask for help
I am facing
Drink rap and I eat rap
It’s been that way and it’s never changed
when the impact of that beat slap
The reaction is priceless
Tracks have been crafted by
chilling by the waters
To feel the sunshine
I'm chilling, I'm feeling the moonlight
Pop a tab get the clues right
Knew better do better move right
I'm
And by myself I lay em' out and iron out the irony
What a long winding road it's been
With no sign of slowing up around its turns and bends
How many
out
Nigga call the gods
I'm a motherfucking warlock
Get your jaw popped by the raw rock
Use your tongue as a doorstop
With your face I floor mop
Get
And by myself I lay em' out and iron out the irony
What a long winding road it's been
With no sign of slowing up around its turns and bends
How many
seven c creaminominale demarre la tuture
ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! j'allume ma béda paris by night
c'est le quartier rouge ya que des shlagues comme
a breda ce
greatness
Now every soul is haunted cursed by voodoo narrations
Smell the fragrance of theses money exchanges
Ranges navigating ranges through these time zone
Nie robiłem tego by się chwalić
Ale wyjdzie stąd kilka numerów
Brasil is still a country that stir the imagination
In India egypt is spiritual
Super
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