Search results for 'fire main by 2 much' Page #161

to the fire, see?
You don't look the part, you ain't flash designer
You ain't got no hoes, man you whip a fucking Chrysler
Been hanging with troublemakers since

I'd go out to the party but I think I'll cool by my lonesome instead
Or maybe I'll pull up on my lil ole baby play 2k she play with my hair
And I know

don’t
Like like little Uzi I do what I want
YSL livin’ no yves st Laurent
Stonin’ so much I could sign to young thug
Don’t know how you got it
Got mine

glorious?
I feel like Diddy, Tobe Biggie, we notorious, yuh
But it's so much more to us
Might get a Grammy, that's the floor to us
Dropped two kids,

thang soakin'
So much more to explore now that path closing 
Cause I was really tryna plan a life wit' you 
But now you gone and I just don't know what

Or maybe in two days 

Up in the morning and already yawnin' bitch hit me with the 
Good morning
I know she want some mm so I text her no I'm sick 
Blue

You now witnessing the god go head thank the lord
Beats by Slimer know the boy be going hard
Left a bloody murder crime about to be charged
Headed

doing this for clout
Just to say they're popping
Vision clouded by the weed
Promethazine got you leaning, out of reach
Ain't no substance, just substances

Kudos track two
That's my little mixtape voice
Bro had so much heat on his computer that shit blew up for real!
Beans don't do coke but I sip drink

rocket  goin blast it right through you, 
I just beat the champ while i'm smoking a blue flute,
just copped some new kicks dropped off  by the zapdos,

zone, like it's two three
Ridin' with the bro's, smokin' blunts in the two seat
Can't kick it for free, more serious than fun
If you do it by yourself,

We got a problem, with vessels that got no God in 'em
Holy Spirit dissolved in 'em
Mentals empty, like hollow men
Being deluded by con-artists

gone learn they lesson, This is half my effort
Im a real dog, Im a german shepherd
I been dominating, Im contemplating should heads get severed
So much

up still, and I got more to see
Love you so much, and glad, you'll always stand by me
Man, i'm more than grateful, just to have you all here
Been

By the end of the night 
(Huh)
If I see a opp it's on sight 
Feel like Swae lee 
Cause ur bitch got no type 
(Huh)
These niggas getting me tight 
Sit

in six days a week

Nigga is you shittin' me, or kiddin' me, I'm really the epitome of diamond in the dirt
Spit so much fire when I'm rhymin' that it

Let's see what happens when I bring in the strings

There's only so much to do when I hate myself
There's only so much to do no matter how heartfelt

how unstable the ground is and how you try to keep your balance on two strong legs.

There are 4 doors around you.

Get ready to enter the ones in front

gold, platinum mouth is shining
Fuck that, my mouth is crying
I speak too much
Give me a tissue, light the fire
Got the matches, gon' match you

want by the sunset?
People call me number one
And I still move like I just begun
I'm really in this for the love
I'm having too much fun, and I ain't

on fire
Wreckshop done came, and took the whole world by surprise
Independent label, counting money across the table
Twenty hoes in my stable, TV's in

on fire
Wreckshop done came, and took the whole world by surprise
Independent label, counting money across the table
Twenty hoes in my stable, TV's in

responsibility not no gift
I’m fire like a bitch calling out n missing shifts (oops)

He gimme da belt, like its Hermes
She bust it open, its hotter than fireplace

on the track like Hollaback
I don't need yo two cents, much less a dollar, man
I'mma leave my mark on the planet like Omni Man whoo!
I'm not about tea, no party