Lyrics:
braces
Not for the fingers, bitches fighting over my paper
Y'all need to chill, sit the fuck down and fix ya makeup
Ghost is ya host, so allow me, hand me
running on diesel
Better than empty I’ll sleep when I’m...
Leave it to me though
Girl got my name in her phone as el gordo con verga rodrigo.
Bro told me
hour of rec
My transfer still 'round, Grant Parish ain't designated me yet
Givin' gang raw uncut for free, pay me by takin' heat
I experienced what I
rap
Let me hold the 16 cockeyed
Shot to shit
Now by baby clothes fit
Hand there leg there
Head in a bowling bag
Shoot a rag
Beat that foxy news
Deck
Stuck in a fucking cage
I never been the fuck afraid
When it come to me
If it ain't my reflection I ain't scared
Of what's in front of me
For the record,
l'm from the town drenched in football and rain
that fathered the terrible twins
tom murphy the footballer, playwright and singer
he left
sumin')
If 2Pac was here, he would coach me
Real nigga rockin' a Rollie
This for C Murder in Angola (This for C man)
I slept by him every night (We was
wanna fuck
I jus wanna girl slim thick n curvy
She gotta be a freak n suck n blow like kirby
When we in the bed call me papa no murphy
You texted me
is when you rewind me
Shout out to my carbon copies
You'll NEVER be me cause you
Make it look SLOPPY
I just hold this shit down
By ANY MEANS
take three
Passed out on the couch, then I lay back
Thinking 'bout all the times that you came back
Can't sleep in my bed when it's empty
Fits two but
them
All alone
Shadows watchin' me
Loving faces
Doesn’t matter
Empty’s what I feel in me
Feeling so good
Strike that
I been hijacked
Lacking tact
When I
L'm from the town drenched in football and rain
That fathered the terrible twins
Tom murphy the footballer, playwright and singer
He left
no agye bebiaa
Trumu ooo
Trumu ooo
Trumu ooo
Scent no agye bebiaa
Sexy
Obia ne be taste keep your opinion to yourself
Op3 nu front me p3 nu back free
first album I was sitting
on the steps in front of my apartment when a gypsy
woman passed by. She stopped and asked me if I would
like my fortune read
ol school at 3 meet me in the back fuck that
(I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that)
[Ruck]
Yo, yo.. "where ya at?"
To all my peoples
Nicole Murphy
The chrome hurky
But the clip long like old slurpys
Flow murky hoes slurp me on this gold journey
My heroine is medicine
Who goin' cold
at the SeaTac Hilton?
I'll guarantee ev'ry word's the Gospel truth
Got witnesses ta prove it, too,
'Cause we all toured with a fella by the name a' Milton
Now
conversation
Let's conversate, simple nigga the .38 indiff'
Mine'll set trip, empty out the clip
Hold up, a .38 ain't got clips
(Five by five) Niggaz be
on the truck, by the way my name is Luck
[Chorus 2x]
[Verse 3 Lady Luck & Ms. Jade]
Yo yo yo, it just don't get no better, no hotter
No momma can touch, fuck
have to search me
Most people friendly but the ones who ain't can never hurt me
A semi on the side, I'ma call it Eddie Murphy
Bet my pockets speak
ol school at 3 meet me in the back fuck that
(I ain't havin that, I ain't havin that)
[Ruck]
Yo, yo.. "where ya at?"
To all my peoples
rid of me
Militant man with a brilliant plan
I might play the innocent hand
That's a William scam
But not only William can
Pull it off, I can pull off
death isn't necessary
I was last seen chanting the number 3 repeatedly
3 3 3 3
Fixated by pearls
I fell in love with a pigeon
She died
Y'see resistance
I'm looking at the skyscrapers in the city 3 a.m. the streets are empty
Nothing but the sound of silence Distant now I hear some sirens
I'm alone,
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