Lyrics:
back on the highway, counting these headlights, get ya head right
I stand by, y'all out the car on the side of the street getting red lights
I see
cry,
Been coming here since days gone by,
Come to fight, here to shout,
Or are they here to simply pout.
Lack of passion, only fashion,
People
it down for me
When I was down you been around for me
Give me nine ounces, and count this stackola
That I can rack for ya
[ Rhimeson ]
For sho', yo
clip that's about to explode
oh, you didn't know ?
it's dem boys dirty, dirty
act n wit dirty, dirty
he go by that bloody, bloody
six feet deep in
Knocken 'em off the box like Evander Holyfield
I cant be touched when I'm on the microphone
Ill make sucka MC's leave the mic alone
One by one, they
when the girls shake somethin
System overload, stay bumpin
It's thug life, y'all know the rules, gotta do what ya gotta do, and stay true
Propose
shake my confidence like nothing in the world...
Whoa oh my...
NYC Girl
Wont you walk in my direction
NYC Girl
I wanna give you my affection
NYC Girl
Sold, done, shake them poles then get doll'd up
Booty like, "Fuck me slowly", best fold up
Looking like an Uncle Toby girl rolled up
With a rolled one
a naked picture
I just wanna wake up wit ya
I just wanna vibe and gist
You won’t find no girl like this
I just wanna shake and move
After put it down on you
Never Surrender
You Were Born A Fighter
In The Blood A Mighty Warrior
Driven By Desire
Glory Calls, It's Waitn' For Ya
When They Try To Break You
[Takbir]
Aiyyo, first things first
It's time to shake ground in the eighth round
Box battle and break down
For the beak in the rhyme tone
jump in
INTRO
Ya, Hispano Style
Pachanga
Todos juntos los latinos
VERSE 1
We came from Puerto Rico
Girls they love papasitos
Tu ya sabes mi estilo
Que pasa
Holla at ya gwalla, bout a dollar then we huh
Then we huh
Yea you know I still get them
Lows from a text Free holla at ya gwalla
Bout a dollar then
Traipse to the back of the wood
Told you that I could
Quieted by the storm
Shake til the fear is gone
Plunge to the deep of the lake
Took all I
through,
Now I look at your face in the blue.
Shake me out in the morning sun,
The fields where we came undone,
For a day.
A memory, only to be
up somethin' that's why I'm stuffin' ya
Stuffin' ya in dirt I got the key to your box
I'm about to make the glock pop ready to slash one in your knot
nah
Nigga want you in that bed, nah
I know ain't just gone let 'em take your man
Shake and break your man
And get that rank up on your hand, nah
You
The welcome doesn't come
Without the slip
So when you think the work is done
Well, honey, take a tip from me
Yeah, ladies, wake it up and shake it up
survive
(Warren:) Oh wee uh uh
(Stewlocks:) Munchin
Check one two s this is a street style blues
Here I comin true microphone check
break ya neck respect
Too Good To Be True by Joe Retta
I should have known by the color of her hair,
That she was crazy. That was the first clue
But she was beautiful
You can slap me and shake me but you ain't gonna wake me from this
'Cause I've been done in, stung by a poisonous kiss
Iu0027ve got no more patience
Twenty up on a bezel twerkin'
Getting money the purpose
You know it be urgent
Suck it tight like a virgin
Yeah, these shoes by Virgil
I'm at the top
number 183 but where's it taking me?
Hard to show that you're a leader when nobody sees ya'
Low exposure, overchievers, you know the procedure
I go
grab your vile
You put your right hand out give a firm hand-shake
Talk to me about that one big break
Spread your ear-pollution both far and wide
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