Lyrics:
won't fit in
I'm still hard when I'm bustin off semen
Semi; y'all in my way, OK rhymes are gay
I'ma make you a M.I.A.
'Cause I find you not
our life, nigga (drop his ass)
I just had a son, I just had a cub (my baby)
What's even better is he by somebody that I love (my baby)
My real
through
And my rims way bigger than yours
You went the cheap route or do that deck pop out
You gon' let that tech pop out if that mess pop out
How you
Like goddamn, huh (goddamn)
Like I dare a drilly pop up in the spot, like
Oh, he gettin' shot (like)
I'll spin his block, like
(Run that up,
dodo
Même quand je dors j'ai l'oeil ouvert, open
Beaucoup trop, non j'peux pas cacher le quetru dans la kitchen
Ils veulent me faire comme Pop (ils
Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin" players
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got the chronic by the tree
"I
my cup
And I'm fly I'm fly I'm flyin high
And I'm fly I'm fly I'm flyin by
Got that drink in my cup
Got that drink in my cup
Got that drink in my
and shout
Dreamy haze pop stars
The boys came about that Mersey beat sound
Of crude little sketches of guitars
Well, they heard of a sound from a faraway
karats nigga
(Yeah)
Step your game up
That's why your chain ain't up niggaaa
The 4-5 on my lap when I'm in the trap hood
Blueberry by the pound, now where
Bow Down Never Head Up to the Sky
We Just Bow Down Never Head Up to the Sky
We Just ...Yea
Bow Down Never Head Up to the sky
We just getting by
NineLives muthafucka till I drop
When the guns go off they pop
We leave your body outlined in chalk
If you talk you better learn to walk the walk
'Cause
no fuckin way they was gettin me
Ran across the ave without checkin what color the light was
And got hit kinda hard by an old beat up white Dodge
and flippin' the script
And pop in my clip, and puttin' my pump-pump on ya
And lettin' you see the fire in my eyes
And now that ass is a fuckin' goner
You
my pops was on some pimp shit, sewin up Frisco on novero
5-0 kicked down the door, he flushed the elbow
there goes another nigga straight to the pen
by
LA PALOMA
Will you come to me my love
Quando salide la vana valgar medio
Nadie mia visto salir si no puido
Una linda cuachinangar tu amor medio
It's so many ways to die. Oh no! It's so many ways to fly.
Steady as we roll. It's so many ways to ride.
Cause life can't pass us by no more.
a longer day
A 15 hour private flight
Champagne, paper planes
'Cause I'm about to pop a xan'
Wake me up when we land
Nothing less than 100 racks up
Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
What you know about that?
What you know about that?
What you know about that?
Ayy, don't you know I got ki's by
River
To the abandoned old prison down by Adrie Hill
Where the air smelled like snakes and we'd shoot with our pistols
But empty pop bottles was all we
nicki, Miley, Cleo
Mia are my girls the rest can't relate
That Cardi should shut her mouth before the
Catch me outside girl catches her
Now let's talk
Make me wan' pop sumthin', no champagne
Two-five on me, weed and crack on me
Bitch motherfucker tried to get a rep' off me
Leave him there, never
worker Dillon
Yeah I had a social worker 'cuz I had some troubles
Anyone who'd riff on me, I'd pop their dome like bubbles
He'd bring me to his crib
at the port with the nickel bags and shit
tell my pops i'm out earthbound with the crew
he said butterfly may the boogie be with you
left my moms a note with
Make me wan' pop sumthin', no champagne
Two-five on me, weed and crack on me
Bitch motherfucker tried to get a rep' off me
Leave him there, never
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