Lyrics:
sayin tho'
Still poppin bottles
with a box of rello's rolled
Smokin' on this p*ssy
and this Lucci I'm finna blow
Set the county on fire
Yeah, I
Cordon im Kleiderschrank
Immer noch bin ich unerwünscht in meinem Heimatland
Immer noch Abou-Chaker-Family
Wir haben die Hunde durchgefüttert, so wie
won't be gifts or vacation to the trop's
This hard dick bubble gum stake him in the pots
I got a brand new semi out the box
Just in case a nigga think he
On Top family and a bad bitch handy
Each day there's a "W", it felt like heaven
I'm at an actress's house, that felt like neckin'
R&B on, looked and felt
feel
I'm upset and frustrated
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I'm fixin to knock shit out the box
And be a rabid dog
Bounce bitches off walls
Kill 'em all
(Lil Wayne)
Now BLUCKA!, let em burn
Dump him off in a lake and have his family concerned
Then run all in his house and take his money and his
einer Narbe an sei'm Hals und er atmet nur noch halb
Am Tatort von den Bullen keine DNA-Spuren
Denn in unsrer Box waren Trainingshandschuhe
Stehen
Cambatta
For the past couple years I've seen tragedy at max
It's getting dark I hope my shadow can adapt
Family home went from a palace to a shack
about it
Your shit wasn't dope so they cut it
You said you got it but we never heard it
So I take it you couldn't cut it
Family tree we the topic
Made it
wanna shine, it ain't hard, just get on your grind
We keep a bankroll, wallet full of credit cards
Cup full of Cristal, box full of cigars
Dirty South
sponsors taking losses 'cause the brand is me
My hands are clean, my family and my fans agree
Y'all can't cancel me for facts because you're mad and weak
We the ones in the kitchen simmering
Y'all are my family time for dinner
Non-militant
So benevolent
Ancient reverent
Most high resident
Conscious
he meant that some stories can't be silenced. Even if you hide them in a box in the attic or toss them on a bonfire, they have a way of being told.
put in a box
Coke up in my socks, ten years later, still can't get enough (ayy, ayy, BladeeCity)
We called all the shots, called your bluff, you
and family gone
And lift our voices in another Irish drinking song
Consumption took me mother and
Me father got the pox
Me brother drank the whiskey till he
in a box where the animals live
Burnin' the piff while I roll
With the cannibal kids
Some Hannibal shit, livin' life on a whim
Out on a limb, nice with
for a sec
Then I had to get a mic check
(Like ? your family caught wreck)
I gots no pops to snatch me up and say, "What are we gonna do?"
Here's my
Giving my soul to hell and tell Heaven I did my best
One love to family, to Juggalos and fuck the rest
I'm tired of all these snakes and demons,
Weaving plans in sorrow's loom
Solace chatter deal in vain
No core no poets to feings the rain
Of hopeless, dreaming, time disturbed
Friends and family
viewers
But now I find that I can't hide
I can't hide, I can't hide anymore
The convoy moves closer to the scene of the disaster
Families from miles
I have been held in this orphanage for longer than my years.
I am made to eat this horrid porridge.
They box me on the ears.
How often I vow
[Mickey] Cross tha family, ya get sprayed wit a mac I ain't nothin but a hustler, I raised like that Pumpin gas or pumpin crack, we was paid like
Man a mek move
Got to mek a plan
People find food to feed their families
Youths dey a streets
Man a plant food fe him livelihood
Brothers in the camp
Cuban sergeant - you get kissed on both cheeks
Welcome to the family - if not then where you wan' eat?
We in the Al Capone Suite - La Fam' and my bed
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