Lyrics:
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You could still feel chills from the team
On 118, my nigga Ben fly by like it's a dream
His face on his Shirt Kings
Laced in a pinky ring, in
she'll do whatever for bread
Damn
Really gonna start it off like this
Really gotta find a brand new bitch
Taking over the world like this is risk
Jesus is
motherfucker put a cork in it
Only reason they still play your shit in the clubs (why?) Is 'cause you still perform in 'em (haha)
I am a guest in this house
hit him with a charge and it shocked me
I ain't talkin' Sylvester Stalone
But I felt all alone when this shit had got Rocky
Niggas thought I would
her hands high
I show her that Ben E love, cause she the one I stand by
And she so damn true to me, this ain't like it used to be
All your friends be
Put your motherfuckin' hands in the air
Or you gon' need a halo, I'm a mothafuckin' slayer
This ain't no game, I'm not no player
Nigga tryna find his
When I wake up, I'm hoping one day that you wake up
Hitting my line saying that you're ready to make up
Cause this love is the reason why I wake up
on the mic is my brother shawn
Ayyo shawn fuck this shit up B
Ballin' straight out the hills of Meghalaya
We ain't fronting you know this gon be the death
feeling so fucking lonely
I thought when being in love that we should never sever
Not for whatever help each other through the weather
But I guess now it's
endz or some skinz. 'cause I'm tha
type of nigga that gotta have it like a rabbit,rappn is my hustle
bustn ho's is a habbit.I stab it like a true no good
reality, we sew what we reap
This love story ain't over, so relax in your seat
My love letter to Quela, she is my only queen
A love letter, a love letter,
chill, Cochran is dead"
[Chorus]
[Ontro 1: Cam'Ron]
Y'all niggaz don't want it with us man
This just round one, 15 rounds be
We ready you ain't gone
Bitched your budget outta baseline, goddamn it's pretty
You love a Harlem nigga we get it cookin' it's true
But now I look we got more dudes in Brooklyn
tight so
Fill it up, got CDs in the trunk
We getting mad love, we go wherever we want
I know they'll trip once they hear me play this song
I'm bumping
the noose on
This is a voice of freedom create freely with intention
I'm here to serve a purpose
It's necessary to mention
FreeYourLenz is an extention
Sunday suits and holding balloons
Then a real live King came through our town, it wasn't too long before he was found out
Silence is never enough,
a text or two
Then I looked at the time
Wait what the time is half past two
How did time get this far
How long was I even on Twitter
Now I ain't got enough
all about the way you kick it
Some hoes won't get down if a nigga wan' lick it
Is that the only way to go
No, 1/2 Oz. is in this
And hey, bitch put your
just a hug
'Cause though we went through it and been through it together
We kept the Lord at the center it's evident this is love
This is realness
I
fingers I squeeze see and the cannons is bust
Them bullets blow by you breezy like a midsummer gust
It'll put your dick in the dust, when I put one up in
legit, roll with it, click the stick But I'm just dreamin' till I get this shit
Schemes ain't magnificent, but in the default That's my love, in this game
This rapping is not a fling, so you won’t catch me questioning
My ability as a rapper as I capture my lyrics and take it step by step like a ladder
I'm
yeah)
I told you that my loyalty was stronger than whatever
So I wrote you this song it's kinda like my love letter (yeah, yeah)
She the type of girl you
into the deep depths of the stress
Caused by the mess, I guess lust really has its effects
When you fall to it
I have an inkling that this track is
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