Lyrics:
the kicks from the horsies
Bitch, I'm hot all four seasons (four seasons)
Hand wash my drawers and hang 'em from the clothing line (please)
Album's
a comeback like I'm Tony Parker
Call my assistant I need me cover
My album be fire
Ill still drop another one
You mimick my style
You got nothing on none of us
that means and I'll
I'll, I'll try to- try my best to do it for you)
(Going back to The Matrix)
I'm twenty-two and the world becomes uninhabitable by
offended by this, but that's the market y'all missed
That's the target I'll hit
And that's the heart of my pitch
I wanna do this whole thing different
What
(chorus)
cll the haters get mad(fuck you)
While i laugh thats so sad
Whatsup with you bro the album i dropped no
Well fuck you cuz i dont need
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
of desire of a sound mind
to create love beauty art and science
create something
Chizzy Mic and U’May on da mic
rap missionary journey vol 1
albums been in
And put me down on my knees
I wrote an album a month
That´s what I´m best on i ain´t in a bed
But still I´m getting slept on
Trynna find another rapper
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
I be lookin' like bye-bye
By the way, namaste, where your momma stay?
Tell her Ronnie comin' round the way, lucky day
I be comin' with the God body
Me
Hop back on the scene
Hold up, let me talk my shit
'Cause man, I got to let y'all know
Exactly who you fuckin' with
Kept the real shit for my album
I swear I can't
This sh* hit different when it hit
I can't even sleep at night, I'm thinking bout some motion
Damn I wasn't thinking right, my body
Fuck ya'll beats I made my own slaps
I'm one of the nigga's that helped to put the town on the map
Bounce out, wit, sticks, cock, aim, shoot, hit
to the jaw
I know ya just bustas perpetrating like ya raw
Mash it, Trash it, search couldn't pass it
The trick's last album didn't even go plastic
Some
Pasen eet
Ga langer door dan de rest
Je klinkt als 1 April gap een grap - ik zeg 32 maart FACTS
…Al 2 decennia met sicke hits in je mik
Met lyrics
nobody be the same
You gon' hear every verse, probably through the whole tape
Cause I say what I mean, I mean what I say
Had a talk with my sis by my
contacted by an A and R
He sold me a dream and said that he would make me a star
Oh how naive I can be so let's see
Want to know why the album taking so long
i'll always remember
The summer together
All great our greatest hits and our problems
Couldn't even fit in one album
Features from all your friends
to insane, I rain firewater
Tape recorder, can't be saved by a court order
I got my sword cross your throat you joke
We on the run with the golden guns, get
harder to play me
Than to fiddle backwards
Don't act like you knew my tactics
Cause when it hit's the fan
You know I stand last
I see through your true
crisis that I'm in
Don't chime in
Front block like a line men
No longer co-sign it
Album two, you'll get what that line meant
Clearing shit up just like my
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
the
Uke and guitar and like singing stuff
She's great though
That's impressive
High key the best song on the album
Very consistently everyone's favorite
I
I am 10 albums in now
And no one you know
Gives you anything
Nothing is handed to you
So I gotta take it
And you know
Claim my claim
I am hip-hop
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