Lyrics:
My lack of faith has declined
I call a fake every time
I can tell by from the way that you speak
I can tell by the look in your eye that you ain't
and this pain
Is the reason I'm awake
Ain't no soul behind these frames
I'm a shark in a tank
Ain't no soul left alive, you
A bird in my cage, Only burden:
for y'all
And my voice is messed up too, this is the last track of Young Sinatra
Yeah, yeah
Back in the day I wasn't shit, homie
Penny pinching I
All i think about is the check im gonna keep getting money
Brand new day in the trap a nigga counting blue hunnids
Nigga its Tatted on my neck all i
It's a secret
I don't like that she nothing to me you can keep It
If I don't got my money by today or tomorrow
I can guarantee you It's gonna get heated
oscuro aquí)
What the hell is wrong with me
I feel so lost, so who is me
I feel so empty in my mind
I want to take it out and die
Feel so alone these
Shit distribute shit out Grandma's house
Everyday at the block with the
Chop in my coat
Always been always be all my life
Always dope
(I know how real
I remember growing up as a kid
And seeing the world for what it is
Cus my moms told it straight and let me know the biz
She's intelligent with
the game is too trendy
Fendi, Louis, Giuseppe
I just buy shit cuz I like it
Not cuz I'm looking for you to accept me
Had your girl all in my hoopty
In my
hardbody
And I got downtown four partners
And I'll go to war 'bout 'em
Smoke weed on the west by my dawg house
Feel like the Godfather and I don't have
you)
How can you purposely
(how can you how can you)
Lessened learned house can burn were close to heat
Betcha words don't mean nothing to me
You think bein' meek is weak, huh?
You try bein' meek for a week. Ain't that right, ya?
I go by K to the second letter
But my name is a second
P-Funk
But now rap music is all that they want
So when I'm in my car, I play Clinton
And when I'm on the stage I start pimping
And when I hear your
my life
It's kinna like ima slave to survival mode
And that is liable- to torture me everyday in night
Everyday is a fight I'm confused everyday is
the house burning sage
You look better with age by 27, you paid
If you good, then I'm straight
Long as we got a couple dollars in the bank, then we safe
Long
heaven with people like you
We're all saints and sinners here
Whether you believe it's true
My business is my own and you should
Get this in your head
One
strong in persecution done by others with whom we do not get along
Although our Father's throne is in heaven, we can still kneel to him here in prayer
1. Blue Hunnid Talk ft. Kingg Trell
Money talk but it cost to listen (okay okay)
I’m the president of my campaign King Nixon
Cash money is
[Featuring Nate Dogg Snoop Doggy Dogg]
Snoop (Daz):
Yeah what I'ma do right here is take my time
and dedicating this one to my
at a show, I go to my heart is exploding/
I be in my mode, til I’m in a hole in the dark surrounded by roses/
Just gimme mine while I’m still breathing/
Me
What happened to art is life?
All of your kids is in charter school
And you starting to do everything in private
Maybe that's from all of the charter
visiting next door and smoking cigarettes while drinking beers on the back porch
And I was in shorts and nothing else playing in the very rare snow in my
Lex truck nothing in my click ain't hey
Everybody here was fucked when they heard 'bout the deal
Cash money hot boyz sound for thirty mill
Already
know you a slut
Moncler my boots no dese is not no Uggs
Bend her over fuck her in the tub
Givenchy runners dese is one of ones
He copy what I do he my
Discuss these nothing is straight in my house by the saints Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In