Lyrics:
on the dashboard
Leaning towards my shoulder
We don't have to be anywhere until the night is over
So why don't we insert the disc
And dance to it like it's lit
I can
on the dashboard
Leaning towards my shoulder
We don't have to be anywhere until the night is over
So why don't we insert the disc
And dance to it like it's lit
I can
and they're quite good. You know what, why don't you just record them? You could sing them. You could be the artist. There's something called Kickstarter that
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
What's up music life
It's TheCardTrickMaster
Here to show y'all somethin' startling and fucking amazing
As you can tell by
be somebody rich
Look
But for now this what you get
Nigga been chased a hit
Maybe a number one album
But we gotta wait for the outcome
But I'm only
from a different cloth was raised by a ball player
That's why buy out the mall
Every time that I'm in it
Back when I had the push the start niggas
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I
indépendamment
Même si y'a des labels qui arrête pas de me caller récemment
Yeah
J'utilise ma chambre comme un studio
Ça fait deux albums que j'drop, maintenant
would come record it
With phonetic clone software who ever woulda thought it?
But I included numbers in my rap unsupported
By their new OS that's why OS
yeah
My strap is black and hot like coffee, yeah
I'm goin' fast, you can't stop me, yeah
Heard your album, break weed on a copy, yeah
I used to want
"Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo
In Los Angele's, like an Evangelist
I can introduce you to your maker
Bring you closer to nature
Ashes after they cremate you
went and built theirs from the floor up
How the hell you gon' get me on your album and not show up
How the hell could you slow us
Got by myself nothing
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
still takin rappin for a joke
A passing hope, or a phase with the rope
Sometime I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MC's
I
words are found
Let it be known that God's penmanship has been signed
With a language called love
That's why my breath is felt by the death
And while
all
Who are y'all
Popped another pill, super calm
Right into my palm
Dose another drug, what the fuck
So confusing dog)
I swear I don't wanna remember
reporters
Start a lawsuit, I'll kill your lawyers
Fuck the soft shit and fuck what y'all think
My album's gold cause my album was the bomb, shit
homeboys put vogues on any car
With six by nine's smoking burners
Everybody got addicted to my dope fiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
true colors as they give your neck a slit
While listening to an album that was written by the sick!
I'm bringing back the evilness into the Horror scene
This is music to be murdered by
Got a premonition
I feel the end is near
The beauty starts to fade
My joy has turned to pain
I hear the symphony
not a lotta things
That impress me but this album definitely took me by the balls
And said look here, this sure is something serious
Futuristic, he
Ain't nobody falling, yeah
All y'all try and call it, yeah
But we stay balling, and you stay crawling
Looking for your calling, yeah
And when y
sometimes the other side ain't always what it seems
We dropped "Super Tight" a album full of killer flows
But then we got caught up with the drugs
always what it seems
We dropped "Super Tight" a album full of killer flows
But then we got caught up with the drugs and the hoes
We didn't realize what
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