Lyrics:
the president
Trippy Mob Music Founder
Money moves
Growing like a flower
Wait till I have enough money to destroy all the 5G towers
I can't believe I'll be alive
Koolbreeze5 (Sup Tyler)
These are my lines and its my time
Y'all is dead and gone like Dinosaur Rhymes
Throw it back to the B.C
Ice cold rhymes helped by
I'm a son of a poem
And I live in a lyric
I was taught by a flow
In a class with rhythm
Fell in love with the sound
I only spoke of listening
took this shit too far, son
So that's all for you, I'm wiping out your whole team
I'll splatter your dreams with lyrics to shatter your schemes
took this shit too far, son
So that's all for you, I'm wiping out your whole team
I'll splatter your dreams with lyrics to shatter your schemes
Diabolical with the lyrics maleficent
Yeah I'll make your ears cum like
Uh uh uh uh
I'm a rapscallion
Nightmare Freddy son
Anxiety Valium
Thank you come again
from over-stimulation, inflammation
by my reckoning you now have five seconds before lapsing into a coma
tick this box to indicate you're a donor
the biggest part of your ass
into the narrow side, I'm that case you place, nigga
Tie yo' bitch, to the shitter nigga, throw yo' stinkin ass
by the liver nigga,
so face it
We laugh when your pain is so much it hurts
When the skies and everything falls black
You will find it is by design and it's all bad
Half
Chew on this
And if tomorrow never comes, fuck it, I'm wit my sons
Blazin buns in the back room, with D.O., Cal and Ones
Got my mic check by Cleo,
friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint
That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti
Like the body cool keep the strap up by the naughties
By faith the son of Adam gave
From his earthen table
A better gift than Cain
Who was, it seems, not Abel
Then came the Enoch lad
He lived his life
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
let's draw some blood
I'm going to beat this son of a biscuit
I'm sorry but this man has done to much to risk this
Perfect opportunity
One thing i don't
shiver
When I deliver
Criminal lyrics
From a world wide mob figure
Thug niggas from everywhere Mr. Makaveli
Niggas is waitin' for some thug shit,
rappers be my son that means I'm ur 아버지
Yeah GRAY BEAT I'm flammin'
Don't wanna here another word from u
Tell me where my payment is hop on this famous
to Bobbito the Barber
Gimme them medals back, since you forgot how to rap
Call DJ Bobcat and ask him where them old records at
Like Channel Five karate, my
versions of Feeding of the 5000
By jerks whose only fuck off to the system has been one off the wrist?
It's the Feeding of the 5 Knuckle Shuffle.
*
If
a journey into Tragedy's past
When I was one adopted by Michael Chapman
This was years before I started rappin
My father held a scholarship for a year
But
on earth by finishing the work you gave me to do. 5 And now, Father, glorify me in your presence with the glory I had with you before the world began.
Jesus
[Chorus: D. Real]
It be the B.T.J's, wit lyrics for all
We be on point wit the joints, 'cause we takin no fall
So I'mma go for mine (so son, go for
(I'm gonna sing you one of my favorite songs)
(This is written by a good friend of mine)
(By the name Steve Goodman)
Ridin' on the City of New
(I'm gonna sing you one of my favorite songs)
(This is written by a good friend of mine)
(By the name Steve Goodman)
Ridin' on the City of New
7 8 9, dans mon panier 10
C'est le son de ma musique
Je calcule et j'en profite
1 2 3, on y va, on y va
4 5 6, bébé on a du biz
7 8 9, dans mon
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