Lyrics:
Girl you might want to be careful 'cause I'll steal you from your mister
My legs are pretty fast but my bicycle is quicker
I have very few aspirations
Hey, pretty baby, let's go for a ride
Cruisin' the freeway, sittin' side by side
I don't care, you can bring your dog too
Cruisin' down
mess with me,
I I I will mess with you too.
Oh Pretty Baby, I will kill you just for fun.
I’m the talking skull and Devil Doll
Give me some HellaBucks
in
VERSE 1
I could go to sleep so fucking stoked
Seeing shit glow in hope when my eyes are closed
The back of my eyelids show such a pretty post
ei
I no fit mess up, use you play.
I no fit try am, shey na craze?
You go find peace, no further tears.
Boni, bonita, you pretty,
You deserve the love
cause we worked on our faith
Don't know what it takes no debate
But we ready anyway and we pray day by day
Had the audacity to think it be free
Pretty
Gypsy woman told my mother 'fore I was born,
You got a boy-child coming, gonna be a son of a gun.
Gonna make pretty women's jump and shout,
back
I hope you don't mind if I just sorta scatter these few little pieces of clay
It ain't gonna mess up your pretty green grass he just might sleep
I just can't keep up the pace
Tired of running away
And I'm all over the place
Man, I'm a mess, need rest in peace by palm trees and the waves
I got
Living a mess
Well actually I feel like the best
Although i stay sad
Depression first class
They dont know I am destined to get all this bread umm
My pain
Like He did in calvary
I cannot be bought
By materials
Or a salary
Got to stop this Hennessy
All it does
Is mess with me
He took down
My enemies
So
down, girl I mean well
Angel eyes, but I look inside, and I see hell
Falling into sadness and I can't get out that deep well
When you're not, by my side,
at ones own mess
Framed by bubble conscience, tow that line
Pride which dies inevitably with time
Cultivate personality
Never 'dress real news
No hill
charity
Life so tough some a live up in a poverty
While some a wrap up in fame and vanity
Don't got no love fi the thing call humanity
Nuff get mess
sports or anything really i
Felt neglected by my family
Growing up as well i've had
Many ideas that always felt
Superior compared to others, I
Knew that my
See they ain't fuckin with my hustle (Fuckin' with my hustle)
I'm making money by the busload (Money by the busload)
And you don't really wanna
[SaBang]
I stood by the lake today
I ain't put the mask on my face today
No S on my cape today
Don't ask how I'm doin' I can't fake today
I got
LYRICS - COLORS
Every day of your
Hectic life you have
To run after time
(éo oééo)
Smile and be pretty
And load your diary
She's hot with her long, blonde hair
Tight blue jeans and her high heels
She walks by and everybody stares
She's their hell on wheels
She's got what
to myself, Elizabeth, how are you going to keep your head above water? How are you going to survive? How are you going to get out of this mess?
The only skill
really something bout those pretty brown eyes
Got a n**** mesmerized
Got a brain with those thighs
Aye and I want you by my side
Aye I need it more than
of veterans
Assemblies are gathering
I'm rapping for the better man
My by-line next to all the
Rhymes that I'm pedaling
Influenced by the truest to do it
It
really don't believe no woman in the whole round world do right
Act like an angel in the daytime, mess by the ditch at night
I'm going, pretty mama,
dark
Because that's when the real show start (tap tap)
"Tap tap" on the glass go the piece of ass
So young and pretty it's too bad she past
But she comes
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