Lyrics:
never ever left in the first
Wale Ovechkin, the best on the earth, breath breath full of purp
A legend out here, and I'm ending careers by the end
are the love of my life
You are the key to survive
I need you by my side every day every night
I swear I love you
You are the love of my life
You are
figures
Police drive by, I was click clacking triggers
Jay De Lucas put me with the fam to grow
I was a boss amongst white boys rocking the flow
I had
why I'ma always cop the yay quick
So I suggest all of y'all stay on J dick
Too hard for MTV, not black enough for BET, just let me be
Give me all my
got a thing for this gangsta shit, they love me
Black Chukkas, black skullies, leather Pelle Pelle
I tag SPIT over Ramo's shit, I'm a vandal
Got that
let me work him wit that
Tell Mr.Rogers I'll leave his brain on the trolley track, now prolly that
Listen, y'all stop it, I know you appalled dot it
Now they sippity brothers kickin' me everyday
Why thy fuckin' plottin' on mine? Touchin' my 5 grades
A girl's face, friend of mine say yea I came
It's as dark as a dungeon way down in the mine
I never will forget one time when I was on a little visit down home in Ebenezer, Kentucky.
I was
love and need
Connect said it's something up his sleeve
Said, I rather bust off them keys
Yeah, nigga, Birds And The Beez
Birds And The Beez birds
right
I'm black, blacker than a trillion midnights
"Don't Believe The Hype" was said in '88 by the great Chuck D
Now they're tryin' to fuck me!
flashes wanna deprive me
Hypnotized, I cannot let it blindside me, no
I'ma live and die by my Migos
Why I'm startin' to dance, what in the hell did you
so I guess it really does
No paperwork on this marriage
Drunk off Paul, nigga, pourin' by the Rover
Bitches pourin' hollows over haters
We killin'
It was fun playin' with knives
Until a blade
Stuck in the left side of my chest
Surprise
And I'm down again, I turn the page
The story's mine
Wild,wild hair
Sad,sad eyes
White shirt black tie
You were mine
You grabbed the ring
Of the carousel
Tangoing
From Heaven to Hell
I knew you
If a black man is racist, is it okay?
If it's the white man's racism that made him that way
'Cause the bully is the victim they say
By some sense
stand up and walk out on me?
Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song
And I'll try not to sing out of key
Oh I get by with a little help from my
designs, your hurting my eyes,
You really should revise your dress sense before you walk on by,
I'm kinda mixed up in this disco inferno,
Baggy jeans
moments that we shared but you weren't mine
The keys to my heart but I lost mine
Connected all the dots and all the stars align
Yeah
Never say never but you
designs, your hurting my eyes,
You really should revise your dress sense before you walk on by,
I'm kinda mixed up in this disco inferno,
Baggy jeans
150 round magazine and a dot
FMJ's by the box, nigga
Got the same setup as the SWATs, nigga
Shouldn't find that surprising
Cause I bought the muthafucka
In 1966 I found my love
In 1967 I had all there was
And as my time went by I was satisfied
Until that situation took me by surprise
Now
it now 'cause I'ma get mine when I hit the parking lot
She said I know your name, I know what chu do not
impressed my the things you got (yeah right)
out
Catchin' keys from 'cross seas
Rollin' in MPV's, every week we made forty G's
Yo, nigga, respect mine, or here go the TEC-9
Ch-chick-pow, move
you arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year, come on
Dressed in all black and my gun the same color
Murder my enemy,
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