Lyrics:
in me
The stars are burning like your lips
Swinging like your hips
On time
Defeating gravity until
You wave your hand at me
And leave
Rising
in me
The stars are burning like your lips
Swinging like your hips
On time
Defeating gravity until
You wave your hand at me
And leave
Rising
When our back's against the wall, we bang our way out
I'm in the gettin money mode, livin by the street code
Bout to have, every corner of this rap
bloody fingers
Pointing to the dark
Show the black door
Of the dark shadows room
A blood stain that widen to...
The filthy floor of the bathroom
bloody fingers
Pointing to the dark
Show the black door
Of the dark shadows room
A blood stain that widen to...
The filthy floor of the bathroom
bloody fingers
Pointing to the dark
Show the black door
Of the dark shadows room
A blood stain that widen to...
The filthy floor of the bathroom
petals one by one?
Your hands are like a rusty knife
Are you gonna keep on peeling me?
Are you gonna keep on peeling me?
Are you gonna keep on peeling
The devil told the truth
A dirty little liar
Oh, the devil told the truth
A dirty little gambler
And do a lad a favour
Unbuckle his
Stone cold lips
Left
No
Traces
Time become too senseless
Making whole, future feels unknown
Lips
Hands
Faces
Leaving us defenseless
Dropping lights
We would speak no
Like nine cans of shaving powder, that's funky
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man
the hands on dirty triggers
I lay back, niggas beef or let my nuts live
I take my blade, insert it until ya guts give
Execution, the destroyer of ya
and put 'em in every city man
Send 'em Greyhound, in every other city and
Wallet the size of Guerilla Black's, or Biggie's hand (baby-baby)
And I got
when you misbehave
Pray
Praying I'll come back for you
Preying slow
I'll turn you black and blue
Come to hold my hand
Come to get the fever
Come
Black magic of old
Slaughters all truths ever told
A world of chaos, a dark age
And then came upon it the Black Plague
The dirty streets filled with
Who's gonna shoe your pretty little feet
Who's gonna glove your hand
Who's gonna kiss your red ruby lips
When I'm in a foreign land?
Papa's gonna
gang-bang
Hard livin' motherfucker represent your turf, your side of town,
You know that's where the fuck I'm found
Knees dirty, hands dirty, smokin'
on the black top
Every curve taken fast
Going full throttle
Cigarettes, twelve pack, and a full bottle
And I don’t know why the days passed by like years
Can
What, goes, on!
Rolling Stones of the rap game, not bragging
Lips bigger than Jagger, not saggin'
Spell it backwards, I'mma leave it at that
That
cologne you smashing it
Jump in, take a spin, destination Staten
I have you home by ten, shorty started laughing
She replied, "Street, you ever ride
clean water
Dirty politics never come clean
Can yall believe this shit 2017
Hey mothafucka I'm real as shit
Everything I'm talkin bout real as, real
of all trades that don't pay
I forget first names
Ace of nuns get on their knees to pray
With their lips
Black Jack
Cognac
Get in for free as long
As a matter of fact
We got Uber Black
Reengaged
In the act
When I felt
An extra hand
Down my crack
I looked back
The driver cougar
From Vancouver
Tryin
kill-switch
Buy everything that I want
Sell everything that I have
Sweep a body under your rug
Black boy wave a white flag
Waiting all this time
Hiding dirty
Ive seen it in you eyes, theyre full with your lies
But now its enough - to adapt
For all the dirty tricks, that came from your lips
My hate told me
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