Search results for 'u and i and i by matchbox twenty' Page #12

I got Twenty-one bombs on this plane
And like two thousand niggas gon' die
I got Twenty-one niggas got aim
And like all of you niggas gon' high
I got

Birds try to escape
Crossing red skies
Can you hear the church bells ring
My Matchbox burning everything
Like wildfire

Come out in the dark
Catch

one-sixteen but he want twenty-four
Can't show you no 16 if you ain't twenty-four
And when I was sixteen, my hoes was twenty-four
My wrist cost thirty-three,

and a matchbox
Outside, I smoke a whole pack, until that track stops, now I got

Paralysis (Yeah) Move when you gotta move, move when you gotta move (Son)

fighting for my cause with another twenty-four
I been, hold on
Look
Okay, midnight strikes and the one gets right two it
By three'o clock the dream feel

strikes and the one gets right two it
By three'o clock the dream feel a little too lucid
You see, way befour rap, I would ponder translucence
And only take

'll light your face up like
The jack of all pumpkins
Little did you know I go by the name of Gxld
Hey, hi, nice to meet you
Now give me fucking dome
Sleazy

over, seat back
Ima pick you up from work, pull over, seat back, b**ch

I ain't tryna be mean
I'm tryin' by any means
I'm tryna be in between, pipe with

on down to the real nitty-gritty
Woman,  you just might as well tell me why
(tell me why)

Sometimes I wonder
Will a matchbox hold my clothes
You been doing

where you headed to?
Where ever this world wants me
Get this creezymusic to you
I just do what I do
Success is in my view
And it's looking hella cool
Big

And either went to college or they
Work up at the saw mill hip-hop country
How the fuck you think I feel
Got people lookin' at me thinkin'
That I'm not for

bitch I give you plenty
Cuz Niggas be iffy
I never miss if I shot’em I gottem I’m 20 for 20
Pull up with the 30 from deep like I’m Curry
I’m still sippin

Everything na true
Everything na true
Everything na true
Day for you
I'm gon stand by you
Everything na true
Gba o Gba o
Gba o Twenty three gba o
Gba o Gba o

4 20 got more weed than anybody
But it ain’t legal to export it for money
What am I gonna do? I’mma be legend, oh no
Just take a toke
Early girl has

About to light it up like a matchbox
Normal day yea with a buncha bad thots
All these haters talking shit on their laptops
Why you treat me like I take

you know I cain't go out on tonight
T-TOT: Man, you didn't go out last night
OMAR: Well, you see, R J, I've been tryin' to live for my baby
MAN: You

I need to go?

And who left all these stickers on the floor
There are so many action figures to explore
I adore those you wore on your feet from

[Puff Daddy]
I want you to ask yourself one question
If you had twenty four hours to live, what would you do?
That's some deep shit right there,

the water is getting real deep
As long as you're with me
We're floating off
See the matchbox
Pull one out and strike
See the flame burn
Through our metaphor

My all-white Chucks turn a man into dust
You wanna meet the Devil, ha? You in a bad rush
I'ma keep a smile, I was born the crack child
Got the rap game

Twenty four outta clip
Like I'm Kobe
And you fake pussy boys
You don't know me
Twenty four outta clip like I'm Kobe
And I'm grinding on the hawk
Like I

I used to wait one twenty-five in timber lies
(on a deal, yeah)
Now the scale say two oh-five and the
Whip I drive it'll kill you (skkrt)
Twenty

Little Highball

Del Reeves

Doodle-Oo-Doo-Doo

1965

LITTLE HIGHBALL
(Hank Mills)
« © '65 Johnny Bienstock Music, BMI »

When they gave me twenty years for a crime I didn't do
I was sure I'd lose my

Then Days Went By

50 Cent

Before I Self Destruct

2009

This is how monster's function

Leave me alone
I ain't fuckin' with nobody

Keep fuckin' with me you gon' turn me back to Boo Boo
Have me