Lyrics:
Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax
Is highly complicated 'cause I emigrated
From the single greatest little place in the Caribbean:
Dominican Republic!
to your girl corner
Had to bring out that bag
50,000 on me, I'm a walkin' lick
She fuck with the squad, she gon' grip the stick
Came from the rags
Yeah mm
Dial tone on my hotline, it don't bling much
Heaven sent
Yet I'm raising Hades from a city
Where they love to breed lust
I've been
lost
And just please keep giving freedoms that are more than they cost
I heard our culture's seen as posh but I don't know where I'm from
But I've felt
there. And I remember lots of gifts. Looking back, my mother probably bought them and said that they were from her, but it didn't matter. What she had,
about
them any more.
Oh, no! cried the father.
I cannot do that to my poor children.
But the wicked stepmother forced him to agree to the plan.
In
from Italy
I sent her with her friend they shopping there religiously
Say she love me but that's when she rocking Prada bags
Say she ready for the next
Who could have done it?
Who could have done it
And I wonder where's the cook and her knife
Madam, said Adam, with his wife by his side,
It was
get it
Can’t find my lighter though migos
Young rich niggas
Young niggas been doing real boss shit
They know where they got this shit from
Came in
the Wait
I was in a garden with a bunch of snakes
Now I'm back with a story to be told,
Never forgot where the hell I came from
Trill nigga, What's up!
great I just couldn't come face to
face with him that one last time.
My failure to attend intensified my parents' resentment
for me even more. But from
by the demons I come from
A kingdom higher than our sun in the sky way up
Think about that flame, we call it love that burns inside of us
I'm
of graduates
If we don't see eye to eye
That's the view from where I'm standing
So there you have it
Melila Immigrant Stories
When kings run out of grace
with my day one's
Bumpin that 209 playlist
Indacity where I know my faces
Indacity where I know my places
Indacity where I came from
Where I came up
With
a little trip down memory lane, when brothers played nothing but, the dope game
East 14th and 73rd
That's where the slangers hung tough sellin' bird
palm itching
Now my palms itching
Came from bomb pitching
My mama be the witness
Free my convicts
That took a long sentence
All my niggas came from
common sense though
'Cause (that's) where things don't go
No no you don't want it
(For) your sake I hope so
I don't need a clique I'm a ten man solo
plenty bars, hard, dawg, and we're handling biz
We made it a sequel but now it's a trilogy, fully fueled by the Trinity
Still at war with the enemy every
create a play
Never worry bout a hoe I'm on the road chasing paper
Yeah I came from the bottom of Kentucky where the women thick as shit
Might fuck around
Coming from is that true?
KW: yeah, correct
JK: So we did a sketch on the show where
We had - you did an interview with
The BBC Radio and it was
I'll be the fucking illest in this music
There is or there ever will be, disagree?
Feel free, but from now on I'm refusing to ever give up
Only thing I
treason
Better watch where you go
Boy!
I'm back to the money
There ain't shit that they can tell us
Getting grimy with my fellas
Got it covered like
got bank roll
Head forth, get mo'
Me and my niggas keep it lit so
Buy my mama that new Benzo
No more end's low
We all came up from nothing
We
Well she said, "Yes, and you're so cute
But where's your doe-doe and slick silk suit?"
I put on the shoe, then there came a flash of light
And I was
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