Lyrics:
her neck
Look like Decor
You could stay or, come and see LA more
I know you not innocent
By the way you move like this
Move like this
I guess I'm
I aint got a job nigga
Life really hard nigga
Using all these drugs
Thinkin bout these funds
I might pick me up a gun nigga
And start actin like
favorites songs
Loves to think she's somewhere else
Has her head up in the clouds
She's not from LA
And she likes it that way
Cali vibes can't relate
Cause
On the corner of Queens and Yonge
Underneath the August sun
We were young and we were dumb
Jumped the gun and fell in love
As years went by, we
to make a movie ho
I take my new bitch to the mall
Me and my new bitch yeah we ball
Said we be all up in Neimans and shit
I be on the cleanest of shit
Hol'
claim you want to put in work
Plotting to blow up a church
See you devils are all the same
You'll gun down a congregation in Jesus' name
Using me
On the shore, standing by the sea,
The Master who's searched all over for me?
I only wanted out of the white coat's tank
I'm not a bad dog, I never had a plague
what we're fighting for
We live and we can learn
From what they had explored
We all can feel the privilege
They paved the way before
Skål to the gun men
or how it ends
I'm try'n to find a way to turn these lovers into friends
But it's all inside my eyes
Cause anywhere you are, it's always in your eyes
Medical evidence shown she couldna shot the gun
It's time for her to see the sun from the other side
Time for her daughter to be by her mother's side
Time
bacon, well that's amazing,
She also says she's a vegetarian
So confused by all of these girls
So many women all around the world
But for now it's
Swipe
Nothing must stand in the way of this day!
Driving a heavy car comes the man
Escorted by agents with a gun in their hands
And he comes to speak, to bring
(woah)
I never run, boutta go pop me a flip in this bitch
(Woah, yeah)
Imma go pop me a flip in this bitch
(Woah, yeah)
Money, and guns is all I love, it
Listen homes, everything glisten homes
Yeah my gun and my rims both sit on chrome
You move your weight in the car, I move weight by the carload
I dropped
gbena gbori ota
Or make you shack holy water
Onikun lomo ka
Agege loni breadi Ikorodu lologa
Olomo loloja
And me I no wan no stress by the way
Bekun pe
That's what they be yellin'
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all be chasin', I replace them, huh?
Drunk off Cris', mami on E
Can't keep her little
Girl just come home with me
You in the passenger side when I'm drivin'
Girl you kissin' all on me
Lickin' my neck when my hand's on your thigh
depressive
I'm takin all types a medication
To keep me out the mood of premeditatin
Yo, the log around my lone is worse
I'm havin thoughts of killin me, but
niggas pussy all cats
You mess with bitches nigga all rats
Poppa J independent so fuck your contracts Weed smoker gun holder 2 ways you can Catch a contact
[originally by AC/DC]
Stand up and be counted
For what you are about to receive
We are the dealers
We'll give you everything you need
All hail
unquestioned
By idealists and flashes in the pan
Some might say that it's misery that turns us this way
Turns good me cruel and steers us into
Bad ideas that
of the champagne
King like evelyn leaving you leveled and
Sabatoged, it's all camouflage like the devil and guns
And coke peddling, Olympic medaling flashback
quite
Bob and Mae come up from
Some little town way down by
Lake Texoma, where he coaches football
They were two-A champions for two years running
spell
Thanks to the clientele, yo I rock well
I'm not an MC who talking all that junk
About who can beat who, sounding like a punk
I just get down
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