Lyrics:
I don't know what the fuck you got going on
Or whatever bitch you with on your lunch break
But hoe need to be getting out her bed in the morning
Wolfgang we always burn it down
By the time you'll here this we'll have another sound
I be throwing out hits like I'm on the mound
Straight to the face
Buck 65-Square 3
[intro]
Music to be murdered by
It is mood music in a juggular vein and I hope you like it
Our record requires only the simplist
of jeans
A favorite song to sing
And when I'm in the mood to hear good music play
I'm entertained by my favorite D.J.
I want to dance and think
of jeans
A favorite song to sing
And when I'm in the mood to hear good music play
I'm entertained by my favorite D.J.
I want to dance and think
y'all people who hate them people who
Like to make y'all shake and make good music who
Us, we coming in the pl-ace
No time to conversate get funky like
a spliff
12 on my ass tryn make some paper for the penn
Not to
Aye
Money in my jeans
Like It’s hereditary
Ballin out
Tell em keep the secondary
My
tryn make me a plan
I'm in the trap tryn make me a band
Dime bag on me Servin hand to hand
My lil nikka wit me I make him a man
I told quad Don't fall
you
What this song means
Van Halen wrote it
But they don't know what it means
This is the story
Of a 12-year-old-boy
A 12-year-old boy
From Northwest
to mine[00:55.98]When it's dark[01:00.89]And the sun comes shining through[01:12.20]But the dark will make it's way back to you[01:49.61]And girl the city lights, on you,
Heart attack, make you have a heart attack
Scare you in your dreams, Freddy Krueger with a knife attack
Darker by the second, the night is getting closer
still pull your on
So wake me up
Keep me pumping
Like a song
It ain't nothing wrong
Make love, sweet love
With only nothing
Baby just turn the music
Meet me out, can you make it?
Please don't make me lie to you, lady
I'm in it, I'm not in it, but poochie says women
At the club we finna go, sip
Focused on the Music.
All I know is Grind Watch me Do This
You could never stop my Shine I Influence
Sticking to the Plan this the Blueprint
Getting faded
person
Coz I drink, I smoke I like 2 make good music man
See I don't understand this life this Life so Confusing
They say Good die Young & Good People goes
It's no coronation speech
Till the day Ye and Jay play, I'm watching a vacant seat
I could spell it out until and album's showing you A to Z
My last 12
or dey into music
Make your money leave poor man with excuses
The way my circle take small like okro muni
Na beta pass snake dere nor fit wound me
I nor
of Monopoly
Take a look at my boy Nate the Mack
By the time he was 12, he had your mother on her back
When you were growing up thinking love notes will get her
purpose now I'm never gonna lose it
Started out as music but turned into a movement
That's God given (Only God)
At the top, at the center
I don't fear
I really hope I don't crash out
Y'all don't even know the half
Of what the fuck I be facing
What I be dealing with
You bitches don't listen to my
Pussy like gushers
Watch buss down
Can’t even
Check time
These niggas
12
Rats
Mice
Shout out to cinco
You know that I’m nice
Hop in the booth And go
the dope spot, I make her roll the weed up, uh
Trappin' out the West End like we in the trap a lot
I sent the package on the freeway in the back
cerebral. A cathedral in my temples like I’m Shirley. 4: Poke my chest out like I’m Kirby. All my bitches bad and curvy.
VERSE 1:
1: Had to make a pussy
Friday night in my hometown
Ridin out to the ole party spot
Got the 12 gauge on the back rack
Loaded up with some buckshot
Got a shawty hotter than
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