Lyrics:
to find a way
To bring some lovin' here today
Nona Gaye:
Oh my father, father
Backstreet Boys:
We don't need to escalate
You see war is not the answer
sometimes disproportionate
That's why I keep it low key and stress free
Prefer to go out where they don't know me and that's key
I be in my bag, my lonely's
and weed
The combination made my eyes bleed
No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up white boys in ball courts
My life got
rockin' knife
Check the keys that get played on the roads of life
Yo the rhyme is so heavy like a load of my chest
Travel on these mc's, leave 'em broken
of sniff, got you twitchin' at the jaws
Went from dodgin' D's to the Florida Keys
Secrets keep me from sleepin', I need more sour D's
Fine tapestry
Rusting keys without a door
Sometimes the within is piano black
Piano black over cleansing waters
All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
It's your boy WaiKid
She love my vibe, she say I be fallin
She say she never see nobody like me Fine boy, dark skin, chocolate melanin
I get the swag
little girls
I twirled my fingers in the air, ran my fingers through my hair
Redbones to black bones, dark bones to redbones
Skinny girls come a dime
Why
Just to get up
Looking back at myself again
Made it here with my only friend
Mirror image or pen to feel this
Been lonely boy with my keys turned
of GM keys
But is Lone Wolf lonely?
Is Lone Wolf lonely at night?
When no one sees?
Or just counting sheep to eat
Stapleford to Mikkelson
All of us
it by my lonely now I'm the big homie
But I'm his royal slickness, ghetto weakness, come Rick is
The one who expose cornball rappers with
KING PALUTA - GANGSTA
Prod. by Qhola beatz | Mixed by King Paluta
INTRO
I am King Paluta.
Gangsta! Gangsta! Gangsta!
Awch!
HOOK
Waddup
lonely when night falls
And flooded by memories
You'll say suck it up, big boy
Then you're going to say there will be no after
Only photographs
take no prisoners and show no pity
It's how son became a big man from a Black boy
To name names, a really big fan of Dan Akroyd
He feel they need
the one and only
Naughty By Nature, I Do My Dirt All By My Lonely
Ask Pretty Tony, when I got a bitch I keeps a bitch
36 Chambers, Enter at your own risk
banging back
Then we gon' fade to black then we gon' fade to black
I left the crib walking, drove a Mercedes back
You wasn't blessed with ambition so
Yea, that's right
It's not a Hardy Boy mystery neither
This is real shit
This shit come on right after Hart to Hart y'all
No doubt, 7 o'clock
the busiest
Hit my phone, I'm lonely inside expensive interior
Boy, I be happy with nothing, imagine me if I got it
Say if my nine stop busting, imagine me
all my stuff and all you find
Is a pocket full of money, count seven G's
Now you wanna think I'm sellin' keys
Cause I'm a black man, but I run my
on my P's for the po-P's
Split the Phillie with my door keys
Scoop a female to the crib good get my boy to bring a blessin through
Sit on the floor playin
Devil's time out
Can't be timed with no swatch watch
Who I am, the black Abraham
Zunga zunga zang, yellow man, Vietnam
Add an extra bar as I spar with
the ground
Lookin' like some noodles
How you gon' run up on me when I got the homies
Clutchin' on that 40 while ya by ya lonely
Grippin' on a semi same time ya
life
Now you living six by eight
Feet
When I step into the booth
Yeah it's octane
Uh
Stained glass windows in the benzo
Lost in the instrumental
Keys got
already kno wut
it is man, its a bad boy thang man, grand hustle collaboration, yall already kno man, boss hog wus happenin (heyy..) A town pimpin
[Slim
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