Lyrics:
like stressin'
My T-shirt Cuban Givenchy I be flexin'
Why, are you so obsessed with me girl
Why, are you always strеssing me girl
Want me by your side am
bitch call me El Chapo
And they gon' smash you on sight
I know some niggas doing life
And we still playing with the white
I'm ballin' every single night
Call me up to Your side
Draw me up to Your light
Let it blind me
Lord, refine me
Refine me out of my mind
Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Peter
got me by the collar
In some Motel 6 squalor, where every local call's a dollar
I got no time left to jack off, I got a deadline that won't back off
would end
I'm never ready to be free
Rid me of this dream
‘cause I still wonder how we ended up inside it
Every night it's paralyzing
We, we were meant
speaks]
Luda: Back up on da scene, back to put a nail in these rappers' coffins I got the hammer in my jeans,
Call me Mr.Fixit, barrel hotter than
appealing to see
You won't get undercounted 'cause
You're damned and free
You got a new horizon, it's ephemeral style
A melancholy town where we never smile
tricks shot me
It's time I sanitize my posse
Look how paranoid these niggas got me
Cellular calls are being traced since surveillance silently
Mama,
Let's just throw it down
This is acool16 brought to you by noPhiltr
I don't eat correctly, I don't eat right
Balance beam on a cracking seam
I get
It’s Only You
Written by: Nicholas Benjamin Howell, Alexander Howell II, Jonathan Johnson, Miclain Keith
It woke me up
In the middle of the night
said he smell the coffee
Half on a zip I made it leap I'm feeling froggy
Wish my old hoes the best
But if y'all need Some dick call me
One thing about me
you can't pay the fee,
Shout out my nigga fee.
See every mother fucker at the door don't get a key,
You outside lookin' in, so tell me what you see.
their brains on the wall, when I brawl
Too late for that 911 call
Niggas stay beefing but a lot of them bluffing
But not me because I'ma nigga that can
(Feels good)
Listen you can call me what you want
Black and ugly but you can't convince me the
Lord don't love me
When my cds drop, they sell the best
You
special
And we had something good
But I shoulda had another mechanic under my hood
If you see me walking by you, boy, don't you even speak
Pretend you
What's your name?
What's your name?
Mustang...
Mustang, Mustang, I feel me rusting
Been too long, no bronco busting
Mustang, Mustang, heed my call
Proud enough for you to call me arrogant
Greedy enough to be labeled a thief
Angry enough for me to go and hurt a man
Cruel enough for me
of New York
Hawk is what them niggas call me, 'cause they all be
Suckin' my dick and on my mother fucking balls, G
I know the half, so I laugh wit' 'em
tryna 69 like Tekashi, call him papi
Word to A$AP, keep me Rocky, I'm from New York, so I'm cocky
Say he fuckin' with my posse, copped me Chloé like
& get the sack
I tell the plug to come & bring the pack
Smoking that gas but it smoked me back
How many times have you been in the trap?
Selling that dope
I don't walk, I stalk, living foul like pork
Shutting down underground streets of New York
Hawk is what the niggas call me, 'cause they all be
Of lonelines you?ll always find a trace
Just like me and you
He's tryin? to get into things
More happy than blue
A minstrel of the changin? tide
He'll ask
get to know one
Now that I know him, to give him money isn't charity
He gives me some knowledge, I buy him some shoes
And to think blacks spend all
stars, now we call them idols
You sit idle, While we teach prosperity
The first thing to prosper should be inside of me
We're free
Not because of 22's
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