Lyrics:
it's true)
I guess it's true that babe hase lerato
I dated this woman for twelve years
The next year she decides ena o lapile wa tsamaya
She told me
missile command, kicking you ass
High score can't even play no more
I turned it over, Surrounded by chain smokers
This greenery I rolled up is far from
girl
Them hos can cum & suck my dick
I need a hot-girl to represent this uptown shit
Chorus :
X2
(What you need boy?)
I need a hot girl
and you know you didn't?
I thought you was special, you got pregnant by my co-defendant
I been gettin' loaded for my soldiers in the solar system, damn
so?! I don't want to get signed
My shadow's chasin me, basically, I'm ahead of my time
Tryin to get this green out the heat like spinach rolls
So don't
pleasure. Check it out
It's real smooth
(Intro sample: I'm the Slime by Frank Zappa 1973 album Overnite Sensation)
I'm gonna blow your mind (best believe
Look, don't nobody show you love, you gotta love yourself
Did it by myself 'cause I ain't need the help
They just wanna lock me down and put me
Stormcloud intrution, warning you by-passed the system
Stretched, overloaded, the files of the co-ordinated mantra
I sanction the urge to fulfill
wife nigga
Took the nation by storm with a live performance
Cleanest nigga can't believe the kicks this nigga perform in
Yo, what's on my feet is
By a dark deed done
Was disclosed in divination
Death of a dead man's son
Deranged, deprived delivery
Darkened his decor
Ever-loathesome,
the reaction
Don't co-sign simping, no salutes for the captain
Recognize game, you lames get marked absent
Base-heads neutralized by this acid
Flabbergasted,
a track this year
Now how's that for a turnover?
I made a gilet and a holster
Felt like I looked in the mirror when I seen the new JD poster
And it sold
can't spell Palestine
Gated community, shotgun by your bedside
La la la la la, yeah this is the life
We'll keep chasing paper until we die
I just wanna
Rozkładam skrzydła i latam
Oni polecali by się obudzić
A ja wystrzeliłem jak armata
Bo nigdy nie słuchałem tych ludzi
Dziwne postacie chcą się bratać
a taste of this life, co-d (can't have a taste of this life)
Got a phone and put the weight on it
I made some money and they fuckin' hate on me
I carry
anything
It's better than being an asshole
Can't lie being like this frightening
Cant lie seeing lights might be just fine
So giving my soul is better than
Paroles de Tim RICE - Musique de Michel BERGER
l'm born and bred in pollution's grip
First three weeks fed by a CO drip
Ain't no breast
Passed
criticism on the chin
Always aiming for all 10 of pins
You being upset is my win
Look at me like all I do is sin
Co-sign me cause I'm fresh like mint
So go
to overcome
The sens of separation
To keep your honor
Take a true implication
Ina this era
Seek truth before satisfaction
An ancient melody
Composed by
mimic I
No resemblance
No association, never ever won't be mentioned
Never been room for new goons
Every man around man are co-defendants
Foundation, bite
activated, you can't see me
Whore
Dead rivals on the floor by the Ouija board
Yah, yah, let's talk about it
We talkin' 'bout a psychopath
There ain't no way
to ya' neck?
That could never be me
Yus Gz got shot in his neck
Fuck that, JB got sent
Me and DD like Batman and Robin
We see an opp, he gon' aim for this
all this ice I need more cameras on me
He played like family and snaked me I hate to talk about it
I put some money on his head till mama talked me out
Circle small only roll with the GOATs
You know
Different strokes for different folks
Came up now I'm overgrown
Full of Love, no broken home
Judged by
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