Lyrics:
a boss Make sure you and your homies dress up, tie attire
When you see me ho, or I'll take that white tee and tie-dye dye it
I mean, god damn nigga!
You
about it maybe she’d be around
But you get a gun in twenty minutes in this town
I was held up on a train by a kid about fourteen
Ochre-brown
and a choppa (what else?)
And a desert on a dirt bike (skrrt), VLONE shirt and the Pradas (fresh)
Big nigga fresher than you, fuck you and your stylist (woah)
come and smoke with me
From the new school but I sound OG
Yall sounding like OMG
She don't forget her hair tie
I'm fried
Mother fucking zombie eyes
ever believed in
By peeping your deepest secrets like psychic readers
What's the matter with ya'll, I splatter ya'll
Against the muthafuckin wall with
Lamar)
Trial, tribulation, but I know God (make some noise, brother)
The Devil wanna put me in a bow tie
Pray that the holy water don't go dry-yay
As I
of your parents side by side in I.C.U (everybody lose)
Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake
Don't interfere with family business, that's how we
like poker, you bidding too, but I can match that and raise that by four n*gga
[Chorus]
Hit em up. Put your mother f*cking hands up (Get ‘em up n*gga)
the reflective
Panel and killing
The informant with his job complete
He put on his white mask and fled
The scene by rappelling down the building
Back to the Cicada
practice what I preach
This is for my bruddas doing pull-ups on the yard in Hell
Just come back from court cause they denied his bail
Best keep your gun
walk around tryin to be your clone
They really fear you, when you was at home they was pale
That's why they wanna see you either dead or in jail
By
The rapture takes place at now o clock
How 'bout a count down
Like ten nine
Wow how about now bitch
Marlboro Man and Oni are out and about to shut your mouth
To be thrown apart by grown men
Once I scratched my brother's face by mistake
When he took away my favorite BB gun
And I was slapped to a pulp
Learned
And time keeps draggin' on,
And that train keeps a-rollin',
On down to San...
Let's give her a big hand, June Carter
Helen, Anita, and Mother Mabel,
And let me down
Lover
I need you right by my side
Oh mother
I need you all the time
Lover
I think I'm ready to die
Oh, lover
Tell me whatcha gonna do
When
"Yeeeeeeeeah, I'm gonna smash your little candy bags,
only I'm gonna tie 'em around your muthafuckin' necks
and choke you with 'em Wicked Clown style,
a thirsty river god
Silenced by her dam
She said, don't you talk to anyone
Suck your secrets down
She said this as she sang
Negro bembon
Tiene la boca
want when you hear the sound
swing your body and have some fun now you' re on the run
this track has just begun it's done for fun and hits you like a gun
on by a gun in her hand
She's bound to shoot someone she hates
So you get down on your knees boy - get down on your knees
For the angels would like
returned and said, "Now I must fly"
When two thousand years of your time has gone by
This song will begin once again
To a baby's cry
And it went
La
Mothers and fathers separated from they sons
Households are broken, you couldn't hold your tongue
If it's yours, say it's yours, take the case, do your
Tell my mother, "I need a good lawyer"
Tell my father, "I'm getting a tan"
My sleepy siesta down south of the border
Is taking more time than I
Caffrey rising from his seat
I shot that mother fucker down
Mm, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
"I have no free will", I
the garage at the entrance
We rolled down the window and show him our credentials
Turrell flash the pass and he let's us continue
Metal detectors, phone
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