Lyrics:
who's playin'
This new album produced by Swizz Beats, Pharrell, and Timbaland
Correction again, this album is executive produced by the Dragon, Pharrell
Just to fair it up
LuanATM
LuanATM
One verse on the album
And then this last
Elbows out
Won't let you pass
Time traveller
ATM
Going to hit the gas
You
[Ms. Melodie]
Extra extra read all about it!
KRS One's rhymes have been doubted
Suckers stepped up and got MURDERED!!
[KRS One]
rappin' for half my life
I'm twenty-eight now sayin' pass the mic
If you eighteen or nineteen speak up fool
I was born on the mic before you went
That's how D12 get fucked up
(Hey, I like your records)
But my album ain't dropped
(Dr. Dre's my favorite)
Bitch, get off his jock
Got a backstage
always up & since a kid I never took a nap
Late night makin jugs
While I’m in the newest foreign
Never had a 9-5
Cuz that shit is for the poorest
& fuck I
New York City, we piss in it, we live in it
We die, we all take shits in it
[Kool Keith]
There's a million albums out there with that opera
Bad lil bitch up in this club
Purple stuff all in her cup
Got me stuck like lighting struck
Turn me on just by her touch
Bad lil bitch up in this
Truth like Beanie Siegel first album (album)
Yeah, sit Moroccan couches
Fountain of youth crib like Mott Haven Housing
Beat it up, eat the wrong
a mil before my album hit the shelves
And I ain't talkin' bout no signin' bonus (uh-uh)
'Tics went platinum to remind ya homey
I'm not a restroom so
'Daddy, what's a train?'
When I was just a boy and living by the track
Us kids would gather up the coal in big 'ole gunnysacks
Then we heard the warning
streets
I play a bigger part
Better believe that you don't wanna
See a nigga start
'Cause you'll be laid up with doctors
Looking at a nigga chart
Yeah, they
místě, letim daleko za hranice
Doma leží glock, přitom ani neni nabitej
Pull up na tvůj block, tady nejsi v americe
Ej, všude opps, nemam čas, plnim dreams
Hold up
Hold up
Self-employed so I'm paying me
Stayin' true 'cause it stay to be
Won't loud part candy captain then get a ticket then pay the V
Hold up
Hold up
Self-employed so I'm paying me
Stayin' true 'cause it stay to be
Won't loud part candy captain then get a ticket then pay the V
minute
Who put my Rolex on the radiator
Back like boomerang I'm Dundee'ing it
But you might see me later alligator
In some bally lace ups, with some
dry
I’m drug in by my tide
It’s been fun I tried
Lord Lord Lord
Blessed self love straight up
You don’t have to look any further
Pray up stay up
Know
Cartier glasses just cost me Thousand
I mix up the sprite watch the color turn darker
Comeback rewind see that ass getting larger
I'm making
These are not the words to this song!
It's a totally different song please help
All search engines have the wrong lyrics
I grew up with this album
3 chainz, owww
Caught up in my bullshit, put your head on backwards
And skate off after, engage in laughter 'bout what just happened
Fingers
Now this that SpottieOttieDopaliscious, hella vicious
I wonder where is this, hold up
Get the fuck out my business, show enough
We roll up then
robbed by some of my bros (damn)
All of them hit me up for they dro now
I guess karma comes and it goes
Funny how this shit play out
Funny how the world
continue getting their royalties under this new set-up. This compilation album will have 18 of our songs that we like but don't make that mark. And we urge
word, the only road
Anybody out there yo, check out Von Prospa's High Up
I always said, Von Prospa, you definitely had one of the albums of the year
I can
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