Lyrics:
Ah, one, two, three four
The machinist climbs his Ferris wheel like a brave
And the fire-eater's lyin' in a pool of sweat, victim of the heat wave
Passed our exit five ago
Four lanes to county roads
Playlist lighting up the dark
808's and pounding hearts
Won't tell nobody where we're going
Guns go off, Shams is a Raiders fan
A rhyming gallop reporter, columns are lost
White five, black five with dollars to toss
Twisted by the dark side
three four five six hey!
Well I got a dog and 'is name is Blue,
I betcha five dollars he's a good dog, too,
Oh, Oh, oh, yow!
Bow wow bow wow bow wow,
clothes
They danced by the light of the moon
To the Penguins, the Moonglows
The Orioles, and The Five Satins
The deep forbidden music
They'd been
just want to die)
(I just want to break down and die, die, die, die)
How I'd ever make it by (I don't know) without you, baby (without you, baby)
I
c boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong
Mera dime Ñengo
Real G4 Life hasta la muerte cabrón
Yo le oro a Dios to'a las noches
Pa' que el día que yo me muera yo vaya pa'l cielo
Porque si
porque estoy puesto pa' lo mío
Nunca los ví cuando yo estaba jodío'
Ahora los veo desespera'o y mordío' (jajaja)
Y yo en la brea encendío' (Yandel)
No sleep 'til
Brooklyn
Foot on the pedal
Never ever false metal
Engine running hotter than a boiling kettle
My job ain't a job
It's a damn
cupped up, I'm drinkin', I shoot off your tires, huh (doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
I'm in the coupe by myself
I had to kick a door when I was 5
Keep the old
the best grass, I ask...
Have you in your long-legged life
ever seen a watch surrounded by this much pink ice? (uhh)
Look but don't touch, muthafucker think
the Pontiac
Whoa
Blastin' out to Johnny Cash
Headin' for the highway
Baby, we ain't ever comin' (back)
It's four hundred and sixty-seven miles
way up by hard work
I ain't ever got no where, but I got there by hard work
Work of the hardest kind I been down and I been out
I been disgusted I been
One, two, three, four, five, six
Whoa-oh, oh, whoa-oh
Whoa-oh, oh, whoa-oh
Whoa-oh, oh, whoa-oh
Whoa-oh, oh, whoa-oh
I don't want to spend
though
You stuck in the friend zone, I tell that four-five the fifth, ayy
Hunnid bands inside my shorts, DeChino the shit, ayy
Try to stuff it all in,
La-ser
Alright, already the show goes on
All night, till the morning we dream so long
Anybody ever wonder, when they would see the sun up
Just
One, two, three, four, five, six
Whoa-oh, oh, whoa-oh
Whoa-oh, oh, whoa-oh
Whoa-oh, oh, whoa-oh
Whoa-oh, oh, whoa-oh
I don't want to spend
a song, I was too afraid to call you
I know, I know, I'm sorry, I know I'm annoyin'
I just want your attention
Ever since I saw you, knew nothin' was
preguntan putas quiero 3
Putas quiero 3, 4, 5, 6
Y una X6 pa' piquetearle en condado después de las 6
La vista al mar rojo
Yo tengo una puta que viene
don't get captured
If you got the apple
We pop you like Snapple
Hope you got collateral
'Cause this a battle
4 5 in my coat, Minneapolis
You can't
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
Left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked all
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
Left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked all
the nuts
A .45 that'll light niggas up and this 4-5 high make me not give a fuck
Niggas know what I'm about out here (here)
I don't toot my own horn
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