Lyrics:
feel-attraction shit, had to duck them
Caught crossed by tellin truth, cause shit is real where I come from
You're playin a hum-drum, catch a chest full
of the king
I walk the night and burn by day
"Till the foul crimes done in my days
Of nature are burnt and purged away"
A serpents sting took my life
Now
Fire it up (Fire it up)
Fire it up (Fire it up)
[Verse 1]
I'm in the club hangin' with my thugs
We in the back blowin' bud cause it's all love
We got
the feet
My niggaz love the way I'm reactin to the beat
It sounds sweet, I skate you to the street
And I make service, so niggaz get nervous
got
Wilma
by Bawb (Bob) Pearce
She is so pretty
And she loves to dance
She look your way
And boy, you got no chance
She got such style
She got such
lunch money
[Verse 4]
So who's that guy in the dunce cap sitting in the back of class?
And when the teacher walks by he's smacking her ass
Cutting
at Psychopathic Records, and even you!"
"The sixth jokers card will be followed, followed by the end of time itself! It will consume us all!"
[Verse 1:]
almond brown suga eyes
got me hypnotized
startin somethin sweet
this relationship partnership is all we need
proceed through the streets as we straight up
swear you're gonna die if she ever asks
You to leave
V4
Cause sure comes a day, sweet sunshine to rain
The rumbling of her packin up the shelves
Set out to procreate my progeny
Caine's children shall inherit the night
[Part IV: zillah and the crone]
Of all my children, none so beloved
My sweet
by the G
Formula 1 the way she drivin' it, but I don't split the pie with it
I'm just servin' her the D, like a janitor with keys
Ain't no point in
My dear love I'm writing to you
All my thoughts
Four long years of living in a trench
Making me wonder if I'll see the end
At first light
a child support
Me friend dem love you,
Cos you keep we drinkin Hq
And me coulda fit inna di Benz
But give thanks fi de H2
Me know a you leff me an fi
my time piece
Love me an African girl or a lighty
From Acrra to Lagos I'm swiping
G4choppa
I'm known for the mileage
Atm boy
Yeah I'm way too
on they backs
You can't tell us how to move
Man you can't tell us how to act
Grizzy repping G.O.N but really fell in love with four
Rainman spin it in that
won’t go for infidel
I love my bae to death but I’m committing infadelity
Tell Her That I Am Her poison and her remedy
How I Cut It Off Short But Want
don't try to stop me, kuz nothing is sweet
I'll start writing about you in the same week
Holy Spirit release
What
I got my mind back
Demons was speaking
until learned how to rap
Jotted everything with love thank Redman for that
The delicate fact blunts looks like we inhaling a rat
Group homes wasn't bad
rubber rip
And I got four five costume with the rubber grip
I could let bang in the rain I bet it doesn't slip
That's that real shit we living by the G
your mouth like a ho get you bitch-slapped (talk too much)
Actin' too tough get your bitch wrapped up (goofy ass)
I can make four blunts out a bitch
all night
Someone get an IV since I was eleven
Boston Kyrie in the basement by leans
Dank after the P, bro I call that my team
Someone get the visine, I
sweet no choice but 2 buss u
1 white boi only buy by da bundle
U play w my money my hunters a hunt u
Full court play I'm tryn make a bundle
Bitch u mad
written that way.
Innocent victims of their story.
Like Romeo and Juliet, 'twas written in the stars before they even met
That love and fate and a touch
come in this bitch less you under some toxins
Thought you was cool, but that’s what you not bein’
I’ve been locked in for forty four days, ask me do I
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