Lyrics:
and squeeze
Critics expecting me to underachieve
I just deal with the hate I receive
By rolling back my sleeves
Sure was a breeze, I bring him right to his
right now (Uh)
Run the pack out right now (Ya yahh)
Run the pack out right now (Ay)
We can bring the racks out now (Racks out)
We can bring
by the next nigga gun
If that's the case, then get a bigger one (yeah)
You don't think I pack the pump 'cause I'm out of the hood
That's
she was dreaming of
Johnny wrote and told 'er he had fell in love
As soon as he was married he would bring her back
And build a mansion for 'em by
a mansion for 'em by the railroad track
So every time they heard the locomotive roar
They'd be a' standin', a' wavin' in the kitchen door
Howling, bye,
to haul 'em and come back in with the briny bin
Of soddy bodies dressed in dandy eatin' carmel candy
Makin' me and all by babies foldin' wads of wondrous
constant, constant, constant, constant
We keep it constant
Constant, constant
Constant (yah don't stop)
Bring the tracks out, bring the brass out
I go
the back
I get my currency in stacks, California's where I'm at
Ridin', pass by while these niggas wonder why
I got shot but didn't die, let 'em see who's
know what you all be thinking
When you bring 'em round me (mane)
Let me remind you that I am the king of R&B (mane)
Do you know what that means?
That
kid, I'm goin' all out
Life's a bitch, fuck it, got a gun, bust it
The gameplay, gotta play by the rules of your own cannot be trusted
Don't try
Yeah
Break out the tinsel
Unpack the lights
We're about to bring on the merry and bright
I hear those jingle
Bells in the air
Ringing out
just let 'em come to you
'Cause they gon' always see and do what the other one do
So let 'em come to you, the rest'll just follow suit
Monkey see,
I'm waiting for the boys to bring the truck in
They should've been here by now
It's way past 4:20 and I'm sitting waiting
For the boys to come get
a difference, Lord willin'
Uh, Lord willin'
I tell 'em hold on
And yeah you know I gotta bring it back again
And I tell 'em hold on
I don't understand what's
(Get on your knees, nigga, get on your knees and pray)
Em, you claim you mother's a crackhead and Kim is a known slut
So what's Hailie gon' be
The wind commenced to blow, and the rain began to fall,
Hit looked, by grab, like we was goin' to lose 'em all.
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea,
care
Right away Mary Anne flew in from Atlanta
On a red eye midnight flight
She held Wanda's hand and they worked out a plan
And it didn't take 'em
of the open road
The open road where the hopeless come
To see if hope still runs
One by one they bring their broke down loads
And leave â??em where
a soldier
Got 'em hopping over walls and climbing fences
Some of 'em John Travolta, stayin' alive by inches
(Hello darkness, my old friend)
Cops are
It's the Gulf Way Boulevard gangsta
Swangin' on T.I., essence of fo's (essence of fo's)
Pirellis and blazin' 'em crews of hoe
I'm a playa, you can
bang 'cause I'm behind bars
And rearrange DNA, play like God
I bring it back
Back to life, back to life
Back to life, back to life
Back to life,
my block, gimmie the ball, I said it's my rock
I'm startin' a line-up by gettin' y'all to bring the livestock
Throw all your money in the pot
and fade out
Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up now
All the people in the back comin' up now
Ese, get down with us
You'll smoke a pound with us
Shoot
It's dark when I'm about just me myself and my shadow
I'm parro, running out of ammo
And it seems like everyone around me's on the same path so it's
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