Lyrics:
verset en francais
Duo, je t'aime, je peut communiquer
Je mange ton cu, ca va bebe?
Est-ce que tu aime le sex comme Beyonce?
Tik-toked in this bitch
is for you, you see, because I been jugglin' multiple things
I don't have multiple rings, I'm not like Michael I'm not committed to anything more than
do Isabel, not Michael Kors, that shit's the worst, yeah
She wanna be the fur, she is the fur
I roll on Miami, I'm lettin' it burn
Newest edition
and let me get you high
See you looking for a reason to be mad, but I don't know why
Keep it real you been salty all day and you can't even lie
'Cause
you're catchin a slappin
I'll put you under pressure like a pilot with cracks in his cabin
Have another shot, see if you can take this spot
I'm a play
and herb and she run it up
My bitches don't give a fuck, my bitches Bonnie this up
Let me be blunt, my bitches snuck into ravers
She smuggled the pills in
at the seems
A nigga finna be poppin like summer in Cripple Creek
A nigga finna pop off like guns pointed by the police
I'm innovative y'all can't integrate this
sometimes I contemplate A little by little, a little becomes a lot
They see you, they scheming, they plotting, cause you came up
Uh, be the voice for those
the fridge
And steak in the oven
But could never explain the
Cocaine in the cupboards
And while you was raised by your cousins
You see, I pray for my brother
I
come here to play
I came to dominate I'm an assassin
I follow my Creed like Michael B. Jordan
It come to recording I'm trying to be Jordan
difference is this
Bitch can't manage now I know you probably
Think I took advantage
Truthfully I shoulda hit this
Shit and vanished
But the bitch let me see
fire melt
What's the clientele? I used to be too
Shy to tell how I had felt (yeah)
Now, I don't give a fuck
'cause I'm swimmin' in checks
Like Michael
be rolling dolo
Doing what got me here
If a enemy try to stop me I pop him won't drop a tear
And I once had beef with a psycho named Michael
Until
I'm back by popular demand
Well not really, but my optimism's grand
A little success has got me in a jam
I never thought I'd say I got too many
(Huh)
Mad that your city fucked with me
It got your feelings hurt (Yeah)
Get up out your feelings, bitch
And get a bag
See I don't like, when I spit, I
see them in the entrance
I be getting faded fireball is my apprentice
Metaphors I live by my nigga Lupe get the credit
On top of that they can't
heat wild streets witness Ferguson reap
Word to mouth Michael Brown speak shout out RIP
Blood spill finally silence police brutality
Judge spitefully
and Jermaine
About 80 on the chain
Like Brady wit the aim
I'm the same
Whether the Mercedes or the train
And I may be on a plane
By the end of the night
But it's
But he doesn't go near no not the top shelf
Cause bringing classy birds back to his flat don't wana see no filth
Like a young Michael Caine
Alfie's
BACK TO YOUR ARMS
(c) JK. Gulley & Michael Kelsh
WHAT DO I DO WHEN THERE'S NO WAY OUT?
TRAPPED BY THE WEIGHT OF THE WORLD
I GO BACK TO YOUR ARMS
BACK
vocals Michael Jordan. LeBron on delivery a laidback star, stretching thru history KK Jabbar. Skyhook that ass no look pass right by that ass to the goal
the check and
Baby girl still counting
Stupid fruity loud pack
We blowing by the ounces
I'm so high, I could see Stone Mountain
Stupid fruity loud pack
friends that I need back
I pray so hard I need knee pads
I'm Larry David to the haters
On the way to be your favorite
On the way to see the Lakers
Written by Kevin Bacon
Strings written and arranged by Michael Bacon
"A guide book for the paranoid." KB
I'm in Paris, won't be here long
But after
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