Lyrics:
Nate, shut up!
Now where were we?
Way back in the day when
You and I had it all mapped out in the basement
Cryin' in your room like a baby
"I wish
harmin' me, no, no
Put a lil' hit on your head, they comin' to get you, they slicin' your throat
Put a lil' bitch in the bed, we goin' digital, wipin' her
wicked deams (deamons)
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger
Rollin down the four-five beware
(uh)
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you
'Cause I'm a gangsta, I grab her by the butt
Pull her to my side, I'm in deep
Woke that a** up just to put her to sleep
Everyday is the same thang, I
ain't got no ceilings, we climbin' the walls
Higher than yours, I fuck your bitch and she die in my arms
Lion has roared, No Ceilings 3 with my mind
my name that's on that Jag
Go move your bags, let me call you a cab
Standing in the front yard
Telling me how I'm such a fool
Talkin' 'bout how
trouble with your man girl,
(don't get in trouble girl)
Talkin bout how you're my biggest fan girl,
(i know what I'm doin')
Now I don't wanna do,
(pleasee)
I tell ya what
Yo, know what I'm feelin'?
Check it
I'm comin' back down, baby
This time in the six fo' (since we came down)
A lil' mo' sho',
'm in your deck on rewind (let's go)
Ooh, I make it hot, 'til you're jellin' what PD got (uh-huh)
Since PD rock (what?), see me not
So many bricks I
Hailie baby, your daddy's busy
Daddy's writing a song, this song ain't gon' write itself
I give you one underdog, and you gotta swing by yourself"
Then
Plastic soldiers look stupid in green
They're not exactly what they seem
Night sleeps never bringing me dreams
Soothing sounds of your machine
we livin' like soldiers
We lovin' that thugsta shit so nigga just throw your pumps in the air
Then you pump pump put one in a coppa like ya just
And when I'm in that pussy, it's a better life
That's the only way I'm tryna end the night
This my only chance, I better get it right
Take your time, my
at em right quick man!
You gon get in trouble with your man giiirl,
(don't get in trouble girl)
Talkin bout how you're my biggest fan giiirl,
(i
the streets
We gon' go to a live remote, licking wit my main man Mr Doggy Dogg
A day in the life, of a Rollin' 20 Crip
I'm just a stuburn type of fella
What, What what
[Mya]
Ooh oh
Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir
Voulez vous coucher avec moi
[Lil' Kim]
Yea yea yea yea
[Pink]
He sat in her boudoir
good in us
Lil' dick-ass nigga that's tryna go big
But you was suckin' this dick though
Well, shit, I shoulda sucked his
What you say?
I shoulda
(let's get it, yeah, let's go)
Lil' nigga, he hot as a stove
Mr. Glock got your bitch on the road
Mr. Glock got your bitch on the go
I see white teeth
and feelin' alive
I'm fuckin' flawless like I live in a vault
Only type of livin' I know
See if it was you you would've killed yourself by now
It takes
this dough
You gon' keep stealing my flows, you the Lil Uzi typo
Yeah, your career, that shit on a tightrope
But I'm all for that
Let me stop 'fore
keepin' it real gutter, why'know
SP I'm the closest thing to poison it is
You think you hot, I'ma boil your kid
You think you cool, I'ma throw you in
That I'm in a love with too
Yeah that mini van is a far cry
From the sports car in your dreams
And that dead end job
Is pushin back vacation more it
up, and blow ya syst' up.
This that that get ya jive talkin',
East side artist C-Walkin',
People, people, listen closely,
I sing it 'cause mostly
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