Lyrics:
on elms street this ain't Elmo's world
I know you love her but I'm fuckin dat girl
Hit from the back while I'm pullin her hair
This level I'm on it can't be
have its catacombs
Bones laid under marble stones
Secrets spoken in the half-light
Scan the spirit radio
We talk until it's time to go
Then bid them rest
pistol with my thumb and forefinger
Firing the handgun, a flame appears at the top of my index
I light my smoke
It tastes heavenly, as it should
Then I
There's a light in the darkness just barely out of view
From the corner of your vision it beckons to you.
After the crops have all come in amid
is poured forth
Suddenly, you know they are real, they mean it!
"Let your light so shine"
Could not be more aptly applied
As there shines a light
She knows all their faces, she's practically
Raised them
And that why they're loyal and true
They'll pay their tabs, and that pays the light bill
is many holes
this goes
for Lataranza Elmo
i show
how uptown niggas roll
ya' big boy, me and my niggas did it to ya
automatic, black chopper
Neon lights burn like St elmo's fire
I see them shinin' in your eyes
Can 't you help me take me a little higher
I knew some day I'll pay the the price
the nigga reconsider
Bands in my pants got me lookin' a little bigger
Red just like Elmo, but I never fuckin' giggle
You can suck my pickle for a nickel
Eww
Oh
I got a problem
Don’t know what to do
Aye
What them saints gone say
That’s how I gotta move
Oo
What them saints gone say
Pray
What them saints
de Nuremberg, brille la ceinture de Saint Elmo, gambade le Bouc des Sorcières taquinant le Taureau de Métal entre les brodequins, le knout, l'escapade,
knew
P P P in the back an' they parkin' to, jump
Thorough borough, bricks, ashy elbow kid
I fuck chicks off Elmo Flicks
My tape is off safety,
parkin' to, jump
Thorough borough, bricks, ashy elbow kid
I fuck chicks off Elmo Flicks
My tape is off safety, tongue the gun
Mouth to barrel, I spit, it
[Intro: Quavo]
Huh, turn the headphones up
I mean just a- yeah, yeah, you good
Let me turn these lights off
Let me fire up this cookie real quick
You
Huh, turn the headphones up
I mean just a- yeah, yeah, you good
Let me turn these lights off
Let me fire up this cookie real quick
You know how we
sell it after dark in Saint G's in Saint G's
Need anythin pour up a drink
Niggaz gotta leave before the street lights cut on
In Saint G's Saint G's
running, Saint
Rather die with the sinners than cry with the saints
Got my mind on the winter with my eye on the rays
Yeah, our days are full of those things
i don't
I stand with my crew, you stand with a cult
Don't you dare get in the booth after i ran it like Bolt
Its not your fault
I'm Saint Elmo with
na high ko
fake fck the fake to si mate
goin psycho wake! baka ma late
ka sa play ni saint elmo
wakasabot kay ikaw nag tama
ay tag isa ka lod kabalo
get mine on the T-O-P
Can another emcee ever FUCK with me?
(Hell no!) "Y'all niggas Tickle Me like Elmo"
Yo I got hip-hop on deadlock
You wanna pose
Talk to me nice like
Talk to the kingpin
Talk to the blaide in the night light
Talk to me nice like
Talk to the kingpin slaying in
He waiting for the bad bitches to dance with him
While I'm waiting outside in the ambient
Lights in the benz again calling her friend again
If she
guap like a BandMan
Sipping Elmo, sipping red, man
Hellcat, put your ass straight to bed, man
And I'm getting high, we like avión
Ten racks and I went
enough, nah Sheek want more
Trying to sell more than Tickle me Elmo in the store
Italian cuisine, Linguin while my diamonds like-shing
So when I move
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