Lyrics:
it bump
Check the stars out when I ride, dodgin' potholes with these tires
Hogging lanes, swang and bang in a 'Stang so let me by
'Cause I got
Trendy Wendy's you know what I mean
Hangin' around with girl who's rolling up her jeans
She watches her street crack 'cause she's no dummy
Through
you on the ground now
Check history they pose them as if clowns
Until they are dead and they become the kings
To be worship by the same people is that
Hustlin and working and making Deposits
Game on lock like im a locksmith
Gained some fame now i cant Stop it
Im americas most wanted
Left my house
you
Life could be weekends at nobu
Hop off the deep end I told you
Girl it's a vibe
In my bedroom
I do anything and everything to get you
Girl open
of perfecting my novel for publication
I became obsessed with dieting and invites to trendy clubs by promoters
Free tables and free champagne
While my girlfriend
a cup and you can party 'till the sun comes up
12am: On the way to the house
5am: We'll be kicking y'all out
6am: We'll be falling asleep
By 10pm
of ?:
'I like to start off by saying that prison is truly a living hell
It is a place where love and compassion are looked upon as weaknesses
Lemme introduce myself I go by name of grey
The only thing you should know about me is that I'm great
I don't care if you agree or think that I may be
a spider wheel
When im glidin by, give it sex appeal
I dont friends, i just want the cake
Stacking the table with nothing but franks
Climb to the top,
in a single room church on Lake Erie
Samuel T. Falbo bought a house by an orchard
That stretched from the tracks nearly clear to the turnpike
Where his
line for a hit
East Coast house party
Never gonna quit
Chairs in the pool
And girls in my bed
Wreck yourself again
Three men have been dead
Running
the water wasn't on
Or the cable she was able to keep food at the table
The sad reality she only could do so much
Man of the house before 10 she used me
niggas no seeds. The very same logic we use when we smoke weed. 'Cause we them smart kids, dumb kids, poor kids, art kids...on a tab created by two rich
Dear Cupid, I'm a concerned customer
Kind of weird my love
Controlled by a baby huh
And some arrows bruh
Why you couldn't shoot my brothers for
Love
up above and a table full of food.
God Bless them girls of the Rising Sun
as the years roll by and they ain't so young
the men they serviced are dead
you get like beyonce' and do the booty hop
Thoia thoing inspired by juice and hypnotic
It's like a virus and the whole world's got it
I had her
sound slappy
Yall missing like Grammys
I don't know why joy is attached with taking xannies
Making a new plan by putting on the table a red origami
Eating
loot and it’s they decision
Put it on da house in a gated division
(on the house ma)
Girl we play pool aint no table missin’
I’ll pay for food but
by City Hall found that London
Has seen an increase of 71%
In victims of serious youth violence since 2012
The Mayor says this is linked
just a fraction
Only few things really attractive
Girl, family, friends, who I need time with
Piece of cake, gimme piece of the pie
Everybody with me
the truck?
Three bitches in my house,
Probably try to wet me up.
Crept to the kitchen,
Seen Ronnie by the cabinet.
Tried the gun holster with the forty
In the laid back California town of sunny San Rafael
Lived a girl named Pearly Sweetcake, you prob'ly knew her well.
She'd been stoned fifteen
I've been
Thinking
Bout you
Leaving
Him so you could be with me girl do you share these feelings
If it's what you feel then baby no it ain't
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