Lyrics:
Two Ls then a dollar sign, you know what it is, long live Seven Two (bitch)
(You're not making this easy, Kyle)
Hey, ayy
Hey, ayy
Hey, ayy
before we jump in the whip
Before you hit a lick kno it's a possibility u bussin ur shit ,
Im given u game keep one in the head a Glock on my hip wit them
the hues that youRE HIDING
and dont even try
i see right through what you do, its allright
in due time
by her grace
please be safe
buy her something
give
I'm crushin three bowls of cereal
My brother's lookin like what the dilly yo
You're eatin to fast you need to take it slow
But before I know I look
put that fake smile back on your face
And say that everything is all ok (No)
But all you really want to do
Is tell them all to get the fuck away!
you're stupid)
I put in pain for this
Some of my niggas back home, yeah, they slangin' shit
Them boys get to aimin' shit
G23 to a fully, we dangerous
next bonus
The second he's in power, like an exponent
Cause he had his ex moanin'
Until he caught a spasm
But by the next mornin'
Multiply they orgasms
for shuck and jive
So fresh and so clean and I'm looking extra fine
By the time I look alive he hit line
Saying he right outside homie and it's time
Pull out the juicy pies and see me right now
I bet you didn't think that I would remember how
I bet you thought I'd miss it since the field they
[Chorus]
Shatterproof, who woulda thought that the edge of the earth
Is underneath you feet right where you stand
I can see land from the crow's
fun, making records to see your response
But, now competition is none, now that you're gone
And these niggas is wrong, using your name in vain
ain't dropped nothing a while
These rappers are dead, you're better than all of them by a mile
They all sound the same, there ain't not one of them with
the coochy up
Keep in touch
Animal how 'bout you do me up?
True enough we could cut right now
Go hurry up i get down baby
Wet, wet, wet, wet, wet
Got
myself
It's ok when you're wrong
And then let me
I'm not sure
I know
Tell me
Shame that you can't see
That all the things that pass through me
right for you"
What more blessing could I ask for?
Oh wait . . . the father!
The father of the bride to be said ok
So in summer of '16 we made it real
go
We won't let them hold us down
It's ok to say what's on your mind
Oh people walking by in the city through the night
Some are smiling while
all dipped
Chrome four-fiddith, no bullets no clip
Black electric tape over the hole in the handle
If you hold it right and hit 'em with it they
It was late one night and we
had a fight
It seemed like nothing was going right
You turned around and you walked
right out the door
Now it's not
or skippy's
P-nut butter bullets if you come and get me
Freak you're choosin ok I like that
Now get a kodiak and freak come right back
Nickatina rappin at a 100
Weight on your shoulders is heavy,
You've been suppressing these urges far to long.
You're sick of acting the right way:
It's wrong for you but
to survive
It's ok too cry, you don't have lie
You can trust me i won't tell
Strength ain't all about showing all of em
You can do it all by your self
A heavy
two flow timeless
Get it get it boy wanna be me
No sir do you live your own dream
That's right I live my own life
By my own rules and I shine bright
Get
the morning
That's when we be meeting
Over by the street light
To go back to your place
I swear I'll be ok
When I'm on my way
You say I'm a real one
Cos I be
(Kotetsu on the beat)
(You're listening: Fukking Space Cowboys)
Filling up the space
Smoking cigarettes
While I'm thinking straight
Thinking on those
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