Lyrics:
Phone rings listen asshole!
No you listen you little bitch
You hang up on me again
I'll cut you like a fish
you understand?Maxo
Listen, I am two
Smashing the ninth waive he knew no defeat
The curse of seven seas debris of a wrecked ships
Rise the Old Roger! Dead men tell no tales
plunder
your crops yeah
So tell 'em bitches don't start yet
I got like seven of 'em trippin off a bar
All this money tryn' split it by the part
What you want,
found a cat with a record he live out in Texas
His myspace is over seven digits
The radio play him every second
The second that I see him we gon get em
to retire.
Second time in history, Atlantic flown by three Spaniards.
Here's one. Death of Barbara La Marr, film actress with five
husbands.
BBC asks for
that shit, there's a nigga trying to kill me
I'm popping in the clip when the wind blows
Every twenty seconds got me peeping out my window
to aggravation
I got my ears closed, back to bookin' my own shoes
Level seven eight nine - second dimension
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
This I'm Kinda Takin It Back For A Second,
I Get Her Number She Tells Me To Call Her After This Session
And So I Do, And It's Kind Of Awkward,
Vatos
Threw a punch, got jumped, dusted off and then walked home
Shit, it's like 6 p.m. and his temple throbbing
Hand in the cabinet by seven, sniff
of orange light to and through the back of your body. Breathe in again, sending the light at the back of your body to the center through your second chakra.
the risk of embarrassment and rejection against the feeling of your lips on mine
And in a split second I decide it'll be worth it
And I don't remember much
shit seem real second rate
Open minded never tryna debate
Ain't no sides when you fuck with our fates
Taking life from Mozambique to Kuwait
God's
THINKING BOUT A PRIVATE JET
BY THE GREEN LIGHT TOLD ME GO SO I CANT STOP YET
TOLD EM MEET IN THAT BOTTOM I BLOW HIS TOP BACK I BEEN SOLO AIMING FOR
slipping in the bloody mud
Shorty made it first by a second
The ball bobbled up and just hovered there
His man went to spoil; Shorty shanked
A soccer from
far reaching gaze (once again she returns)
Wildly my mind beats against you (you resist)
Yet your soul obeys (to the arms of her angel)
Angel
once, make it twice
Hold my breath, close my eyes
Count to 10, get to 5
Is it over yet
Can I reset my head
Forget the things we did
Restart again
deserve it
When I take my last breath
I'll be by your side
Mmm, yeah
And then a second later he said
you follow me yeah
Follow me into eternity
Yeah
yet (just wait)
The pointer finger get curvy (boom)
Whole squad seven thirty (whoop)
Never ever made curfew (nah)
Still made it on my grind early (whats
out seven hits one each day of the week
Defining a culture is something ain't easy
But it was done by Dre, Ren, Cube, and Yella and Eazy
I'm just
to the sky
Jet planes whizzing by
Gravity's got you in
You're parachuting down again
There's always another turn
There's something else you can burn
Let it
when it cross my mind
Know our story is assigned by the way that the stars are aligned
And we back here again cause we mastering life
Right
Fuck how you
We already dead to the world,
Even though it’s yet to occur,
I'm going to go with no regrets no concern,
Verse 2/3
Second of all I feel so colonized
hope she loves me
So I just done this private show I'm doing Footlocker promo
And judging from the postcode it was Shoreditch or Soho
Did 6 or 7
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