Lyrics:
high be the stakes
The Godfava
La me familia
12 types of man
All be familiar
Two to the head
Funk seal the dealer
Realer
Lyrics stick screws
We got lyrics for days we bring the sun out
Five hundred rounds go around we never run out
Finish the job then we spun out
Clear the block hear
223 shells out the G, got drank got lean promethazine
I don't fuck with none of these rappers cause their lyrics they been hella week
I cut these
a mystery
But I see it clear
And I just got back from hunting
Got shot by a deer
When I write down my lyric
And I have no clue what to do (oh)
I just write
Mmm, yeah, yeah
Bustin' red lights to the stu' now
Lyrics in my head got a new sound
In my own lane, just tryna stay sane
New me, give a fuck what
stuck in her throat
Mixing this shit soo I'm calling eskizzo
Reaching the top yall gone call me the goat
Fingers get tired the lyrics I wrote
Betta just
How far wetin dey when we hit the spot
We make you shout
Make you holla
Make you feel it hot
Cus we drop the lyrics
Its like bus conductors
It’s
SULAMENTE TIE
(Music & Lyrics by: Rossano Ruggeri)
CE BULIA LU JENTU ERA PE MIE
CU LU FOCU NU SE STUTA E ARDE FORTE
CE BULIA CU NCERI SULAMENTE TIE
LE SEI MENU NU QUARTU
(Music & Lyrics by: Rossano Ruggeri)
ALLA RIPA DE LU MARE
C’ERA NA DONNA CA FERMAU LU SULE
ARDIU LU SCELU DE L’ANIMA MIA
LU
Abballa la quadriglia
(Music & Lyrics by: Canio Rosario Maffucci)
Eravamo sull’orlo della notte,
srotolando tappeti di perché,
e le stelle ci
Do it by yourself is told for many many days
Sharp your sense
The time will come
Wonder to oneself
Listen to yourself
Do you think itʼs out of step
step off, I'm kicking lyrics for the deaf and the dumb
But any occasion, getting the bitches wit the mega persuasion
Then my dick starts top make
up!) 'Cause you fell behind
I'm steppin' to the A.M., dickin' down swine
Pete Nice skims over lyrics, I pick em
Strong and long, you're wrong, I stick
beanie
Hey boy, what's the case I can tell by your face
When you're in the wrong place
When you're in the wrong game
And your rhymes are lame
And you sound
I know you a lover girl
And I know you care
But that special place in your heart baby I’m not there
While you in your
Single girl era
You in that
give it all back
But it's multiplied by ten and come to break his back
In the form of me. Bringing him to both his knees
Dawg i only worship He who made
love you
He's try-in' to tear us apart
Whoa, he don't love you
FADE
Transcribed by Robin Hood
These lyrics were transcribed from the specific
you ready?
I wanna take you way back
To when a girl on a mike?s worth
Wasn't determined by the length of her skirt
I mean way back to creativity before
you sure to fall
Collapse like the Berlin Wall, while I'm just hurlin' ya'll
Lightin' bolts, by writin' quotes
Strikin' jolts that frightenin'
beautifully articulated
Demonstrated by the never faded strong facial feature
of the teacher, I am the teacher, you can check it
The styles they're
Great John on the beat, by the way
Live by the gun, you die by the judge, nigga
Shooter get, shooter get shot
Yeah, you know that? Huh? yeah
I'ma speak the truth until my heart stops
My lyrics running all you cowards out of hip-hop
Now let the beat knock
And if I die by a slug, the death
got metaphysical lyrics that are glistenin'
And the people who know what's up, are locked up, shut up and shot up
They tried to keep us down, but by
far with either, just the way it goes
Writing lyrics on my Converse, writing lyrics on my own
There was a world around me, I just didn't want to know
I
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