Lyrics:
from the street, dad always texted so he didn't cope heat
This place is full of clowns if you juggle with your faith
Quit church time before pastor got
[Chorus: x6]
1 motherfucking 2 motherfucking 3
1 and here comes the 2 to the 3, and
[Lakim Shabazz]
? rappers are full of this, since I'm a Don
the wine
slapped the pastor, didn't know Pop had asthma
He pulled out his blue bible, change fell out his coat
Three condoms, two dice, one bag of dope
Oooh!
Oh, the moon was full in the color of blood
The night the Werewolves came
To the Vampire Club
A wolf named Jake tried to show off
He walked up
can't hold it down? oh the shit gon' hit the fan now
spin around let your whole crown man down man down
[Street Life]
I live by the street code
shit but do he love me Probably
Dickmatized by this fine fraud scamming ass nigga
Pockets on detroit but he on the east with the killas
And he like
the ability to recognize faces
Something inside of them wants to harm me
I'm hyper-aware of it
It's the same look he had that night
The night the moon was full
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
ass
Keep it G at all costs, call that
Crack rock, hip hop, I done all that
Certified trap nigga, sucker, fall back
A broke nigga he may entertain all
And disbelief
Preachers preaching condemnation and fire
They beatin' on the sheep, man
When they broken entire
Pastor said that if you love 'em
You would care for
Sunshine by Banned From The Club
He was 22 and proud of what he knew,
when he pulled up in car.
Pouring down with rain, when she stepped
Bust she don fall
E don busy E Don Bust
E don bust
Ashawo don fall in love
She say make we go club pastor pikin
I like her meat she physically fit
I
about his dad cause of you
The dollar signs popped up, that's what did it
And dude, he was just as fucked up cause he hit it
And now you out there
Why you in the club, talkin' shit like you ain't nervous
Scaring all the hoes man that shit ain't never worth it
Tryna have a good time, go assess
that
Like my man said, don't sweat that
[Chorus]
By the way mama
Last night the club was tight, shorty's dead right
But you stood out the most,
waitin' to get shot
By me or another nigger
And with a gat, it don't matter if he's smaller or bigger
(Size don't mean shit, he's from the old school, fool)
the club gonna stare (watch)
Thinkin' you a dime in my section, get dubbed over here (dub)
Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, but Carlton ain't my cousin
We spark
(My lord, give me a sign)
(That all will be fine)
(When the storm passes me by)
(Me by)
Oh baby, I don't wanna hurt you
Maybe we should go and end
hahahaha
we got a bag full of bullets in this bitch with no name on them
you know what I'm saying
when you been hit by the bitch
you know it was ment
about a bad bitch love
Yea
In the club with no idea, I don't bother
All up in my section that was paid by your father
Oh, you think you slick bitch you
know that convo nigga
Get that weed and white, want you a combo nigga
Checkmate with the sticks, identify by your kicks
Welcome home to Skinner, already
Im a rolling pharmaceutical drunk off Brew as usual im quite
The spectacle high as fuck face full of blow im a Desperado
Fun loving criminal i got
people know him by the name of, uh, Microphone Mike
But those of us who know him well call him Michael Troy Nine
Give it up, give it up
I wanna give
then I eat some breakfast
I’m hostile when I’m at the club
Can’t tell me nun when I’m wit the Bruhz
If anybody tryna step to us
Swear the whole frat gon
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