Lyrics:
the whole town
Another one gone too soon
Stay poe'd up but I still can't sleep
Feel like someone's watching me
Shot in the street by HPD
Had to hit Pyburn's
In a drunken town fight
In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who's born
On a hot muggy morn
By the dawn's early light
In the port
like, glah, glah, glah
Dri-drive-by ootin' from deep
Pole jam up, he get beat 'til he bleed
And we not gon' stop til' he sleep
Hang out the V like "It's
you troll me
Makes you so damn weak
Because I can take you and kill you in my sleep
Sleep paralysis is my demon
And it will possess you, too.
If you
the
By the
By the
By the fact that under the night sky
Over the right price I would hunt you
To kill or be killed it would come too
Let's smoke, Come
it
I'm the force when I flip it
Find out where it is
Then I'mma go get it
Full of myself
I'm too hot handle
Bitches got they hand out
But don't hold
paradise, this music is nice
It makes you hot if you want it too, or twice as cold as ice
It brings love to the heart of a criminal
With this subliminal
I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
don't want it, he don't want it
Oh, I know everything's gonna be alright
I smoked myself to sleep, I'm sad
I think I'm feelin' lonely
Took one too
them hot cars
I got way too many hoes all on my dick now
Where was you hoes when I ain't have shit wow
I'm by myself cause everybody acting creep now
I
help me sleep, much less stay awake
I count my seconds by the days, spent all my sapphire, things got gray
Times are changing anyways, won't you come
Niggas know me imma talk shit
Don’t gotta do much, nah
My niggas gon hawk shit
They got it on lock
I know that it’s horeshit
Know that im hot
I don’t
down my shine
And I'd rather do time
Than to not be alive with a set of open eyes
Not lookin up to god
Cause he's not too fond of myself
I'm reminded by
Wanna call you but it's way too late
I keep on scrolling through those hot, hot takes
Ordering food I tell 'em leave it at the door
Licking my fingers
a drunken town fight
In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who's born
On a hot muggy morn by the dawn's early light
In the port of Amsterdam where
and nasty
Rode your pony's head too low
There were all the nights you couldn't sleep
'cause it was too damn cold
And you'd sing "strawberry roan" and "little
a drunkin' down fight.
But in the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who's born
On a muggy, hot morn by the dawns early light.
In the port of Amsterdam
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
paradise, this music is nice
It makes you hot if you want it too, or twice as cold as ice
It brings love to the heart of a criminal
With this subliminal
the throne
Shit get too deep and they dug up your bones
I'm sippin' that Sleep and
I'm smoking that Gone
When you reach your peak
We gon' cut off your arms
She
to be a thug
Runnin' from cops out on the block, the boy was hot and didn't give a fuck (scandolous)
Runnin' up in the black mask, niggas if you got
to your mama, though (your mama)
Hot on the street like thermometers (thermometers)
You rats'll never be honorable (fuck 'em)
They know I'ma kid of my
Too much shit on our plate though
You got more you wanna do?
Can we sleep in tomorrow?
My mattress be missing me
My ashtray be too empty
The crib too
tissue
And send what's left back to yo mammy
'Cause that bitch might miss you
But first, I want to slowly peel off all your skin
Degreaser boilin' hot
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