Lyrics:
the preacher kneel
Start calling (Colin) Kaepernick
Messi politics, my magic act is back with hats and tricks
It's clear you lacking sticks, Boy Scout the match
Knee pains, notice me
Mmm, it's good stuff
Everything is gonna be okay
Everything is okay
I am, I'm so high
You can't spike my drink cause it's
on my shit
Damn lil homie gotta go and get fly
Get by
I don't smoke but these days I just get high
Saya membuka jalan sendiri
Itulah mengapa mereka iri
you
Damn look Can't go back do the dirty
I need a few millions by thirty
I won't lie my old girl hurt me
Fuck it she prolly didn't deserve me
But she
Every now and then they play a song of mine
And I think to myself it's about damn time
I turn up the volume and I sing along
The people look at me like my
We back again with the remix
It’s me and Arelle do you feel me yeah
I met this boy, yeah it’s serious
And he does me right
So I can’t complain
In
her so good she begging me for the semen
Dry your eyes baby girl that part a ya shouldn't be leaking
I'm a dog an we can freak it
Stucco flaking off
All of my lovers saw me run and hide
They'd tell you stories of a boy who lived inside his mind
He'd work so hard and give it all away
To feel
Vet it kinda fast
Fuck it hit the whole dash
Got some 800 steppers really
Wanna step some shit
Just Watch me come and popout
Feeling real good off bean
wipe yo nose Nîgga just sit back
I'm the puck if it's hockey
So I got the right to be cocky
Getting to the top gets Lonely
Passes a lot of niggas but
see it, now you don't
Haven't you forgotten something, gramps?
In order to feel something
You have to be there
You have to be eighteen
And you're
stupid enough
To claim the exclusive
Rights on nulling of the facts, bullshit
Its just another attack, causing
You to be pushed to the back, move it
If you
Mother's clothes
It made me feel like somebody
I'd pretend I was the prettiest girl at the dance
And all the boys loved me
And I was gonna be a big
a perfect picture
Pointed her to the Middle of my intentions
To put a Ring on it
I am 5 fingers away from holding hands with my destiny
I am killing it every
And these lil niggas don't got manners
What it is if we dont got a label?
Everything else jus feels slanted
Yea
My baby don't need no visa
Spend it all she
change they act like They don't know ya
I stay by my lonely real people are Rare to me
Try to live holy they call me Pharisee
Now it's clear to me they
gets
So when your feeling at your best
And you feel you did enough work
And you feel like you been in the mud deep enough
Just know it can always get
its good reception
Stepped in the door with a real nice suit I aint got time for all your salutes
Got a group for the big cahoots we get to the truth by
everybody can go
There's this song that I'll be doing
It's called All for Love
It's an original
It has this little thing at the end
I'm going to quickly run
to match the mood I'm in
Silver, red, grey, and black lookin' this good should be a sin
Stiletto pumps in the club
Whoeva thought that these girls will get
just to match the mood I'm in
Silver, red, gray, and black lookin' this good should be a sin
Stiletto pumps in the club
Whoeva thought that these
to match the mood I'm in
Silver, red, grey, and black lookin' this good should be a sin
Stiletto pumps in the club
Whoeva thought that these girls will get
wanna buy you everything you want
Do you so damn good, but you switched up on me, yeah, you do
Seeing you break your curfew I'm making sure you never feel
the feeling of relief
We feel hungry as the wolf felt when he met Red Riding Hood
What don't we feel?
We don't feel good
Lots of things in life are
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