Lyrics:
niggas in the game
A lotta niggas got two albums I can't explain
How they maintain to keep the same migraines
I can't help it if my brain is supersonic
to trick
Equipped with game so we bang with this thuggish shit
I see you tryin' to hide, hopin' that nobody don't notice
You must always remember
You're
for each man (Damn)
Then I scrapped that, 2 albums are now shelved
A personal hell completely composed by myself (Mmm)
But this one's workin', dropped
chics
Truth to be said
I fuck it up
Won't pass again
My diamond duchess In a bed of roses
I close my eyes You're still by my side
It took my time,
where is your photograph
Photograph, I see your photograph
Click by click, a narrative spun
Through candid shots, a story begun
Portraits painted with
Fewer few we was chosen by few
Few that chose us chose us last
Pain old and the money new
Been coming last ain't none new
Fewer few we was chosen
a headache, like yankin domes with a straightening comb
When our bread brake, articles of artists who aren't as hard yo'
Partners by fathers, regardless they
typical in any way though the pro
On the mic is the D.O. to the C., this is an intro
I know the D.O.C. make ya want to takea Valium
So buy a bucket
I light every bridge I see, yeah, just to watch it burn
If you'd seen all the hell I've seen, it'd make your stomach turn
I think you know
Why I
cLL FcLLS
So late, nowhere to go
Vertebrates in pleasure domes
cll thieved, all fleeced
Trick shoes, flat earth chic
Smile — don't ruin
by my damn self
By my damn self, upped it by my damn self
I remember I was goin' hard by my damn self
My damn self, I did it by my damn self
I
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*taken from the album entitled "The Vegetarians of Love"
Written by Bob Geldof
you act right
By the end of the night
You might get the candy
With the South Side boss Twist that spinach
Put fire on the end of the
Bitch and let me
Look, I can help you
Tumble through the galaxy
Somersaulting backwards into vacuous finality
Shabby chic
Overnight a fireball from magic camp
Inspired by
something and I got it covered
Somehow always rise above it
Why you think I got my head in the clouds on my last album cover?
The game is all mine and I'm
town chic (wow)
I see her when I cruise the park and 106 (holla)
Next, her name is Ra'nette (ghetto chic)
She lives on the west side I hit the L.A.X
Doctor, here's another proper track
And it's phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piper
And let that real shit provoke
See you's a wannabe 'loc,
[background]
Fuck you, fuck you, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccck yooooooooou
(repeats throughout the song)
By this time I see y'all I say
New album by Spanish artist VIBRcTE, “cVcLON EP” for this month of November presents us with a beautiful deep house album, it contains two versions,
over melodies, but no, not I (Yugh)
See I'm so top 5
If they factor in the truth I just might blow by
Blowbama
Fuck
Yeah
Where I'm from they geeked up
Riding through town to go re-up
Waving at the cops like see ya
Wouldn't wanna be ya
When I come wreak some
moore geoff and the distance _ foundations lyrics
From the album foundations
Geoff Moore/David Martin
Matthew 7:24_27
And I will build my house
means "victory helper"
Whole name means "protector"
Shorten it by two letters, without the I-R at the end
The reincarnated Gil Scott livin' in
rolling by I
Walk like a model, talk like a model
Walk like a model, talk like a model
Gives me a sense of confidence
Having this much fun with my
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