Lyrics:
style on a bearskin rug
Up and down stairs in the back of a limo
On interstate 5 on the way to San Francisco
You make me go crazy baby
When I see
at twenty-three
By twenty-four you'll see me on a screen
Twenty-five, I'll be in your dreams
Twenty-six, I'll be a fucking king
Twenty-seven
Might be up in heaven
She took him by the hand and led him merrily outside.
They got into the chaise and sat down side by side,
Then they smiled at each other, ready for
sell it
Keep the hustle goin' strong each day
My little homie Larry swallowed five dubs and passed away
Chickens in my drawers collectin' them funds
Niggas gay, tellin' on each other, that's the thing now
I fuck four bitches in one room, they seemed wild
Now a nigga really snappin' on this beat, let me
for your last breath.
Earth to earth were you will, by God you were taken.
Please come back, snatch me in the collar
You are missed, hell it hurts
ten......nine.....eight......you are feeling drowsy........seven......six.........you are falling into a deep, erotic sleep.......five............four.......your eyes are becoming
the role of a slouch
Just watchin to see how Jasmine played herself out
They sat there just talkin to each other
I thought this kid was alone he had five
brake light
They pulled up in tha back and blocked us from behind
He was laughin so hard it sounded like a crime
He said listen heyah Dirty, why you tryna
each other
Walk through the city alone
In a stupor of love
Create God
Touch everything
Nod at strangers like a daffodil with a severed head
Happened to catch a blessing Im stacking instead of stressing
I was in the back of the lab at every session, fuck a recession
Ones (what) fives (would) tens
Speakin much silence cause we both thinkin bout the same shit
How we found ourselves back together
by a bond that was based solely on fair weather
Truth be
to live in color
But we call each other brother, stop lying
Facebooking my body if I laid shot, dying
Never heard of my music til I'm dead, stop trying
wasn't based she would still be alive
But now the street is a place you could be swallowed by death
Brothas takin' each other's lives
And goin' to REST
lame ass bitches say deserving too
Bitch of who
Y'all deserve each other toxic all an through
Stay yo crew
Don't come hurting us cuz we blessed up we
that had a car coming towards and inside there was a perfect two
Four I wish I could of stopped that inconsiderate lady hitting the bike
It's true five
over petty shit
A nigga'll get you killed 'cause
You fucked his bitch
Niggas'll talk behind your back like a bitch
Most niggas don't even be
Realer than
Candle lit bar face all tucked in
Tappin ashes as I took each sip then
Guess what I saw
Walkin through the door
Pretty mamacita might have stood five
from each end abnormal not in
Which it kind of is but agendas pushed behind it
Basically the same thing as others in this society
Soft ass make hard head
I've been waiting by my phone
Call me soon as you get home
I'm happy to see you love
But that there's my 4 5 Chrome
Hit up ease app let's get blown
Hit
uh
Thankfully I got my lonely self to spit the hook
While I go back to the drawing board to studying them books
Just Another nine to five Face in
each other, go to jail an turn snitch
like a bitch
me, I slang double ups, half thangs an zips
blueprints on how to bubble up, have thangs an grip
at the subtalar joint, the calcaneus, the largest bone of the foot, is cushioned underneath by a layer of fat.
The five irregular bones of the midfoot,
that, them out-of-town cats gon' take the rap
It's war on the dance floor, quarter to 4
Before we peeled off, they tried to seal off the back door
Gats
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