Lyrics:
Didn't move but clutched the size 38 to her
Breast ivo could hear her
Breathing he noticed
She was wearing an ankle bracelet
With little red stones
That
Like the stripe next to the red
Black Gucci sport low cuts soft bottoms
That the mesh is on
Never considered what all this
Money'll do to me
Got white
right and trouble on my other hand
Life is a tight rope I'm dyin' the balance in
And by the end hopefully I be the balance-man
A simple dude who can exude
through the game, then rep for the borough
And there ain't no name that can make me shudder
Woke by a clock, and I wouldn't be alarmed
Nah
Sheero, how
single like a stair
I can feel it in the air comin everywhere
Twenty years from now, I'm gonna be a billionaire
Red for the on the island M-I sicky
the whip let you ride ride ride
She look me right in the eyes say its mine mine mine
Oh my my my
Legs by your head while I slide
Pussy dripping wet all
the beginning filled with sweetness)
Ippo narukkenu kadikkire erumbbu…
(Is causing pain as getting bitten by the red ants)
Vilagaathe… Malai thein’eh…
(You’re
Shorter days as a big red sun is hanging low.
I hear the crows call in the fading evening glow.
Surrounded by my thoughs of times that have gone by
didn't follow to the bottom
Where you sleep in a coffin but you do not have peace
Should be resting but your haunted by the red dreams
Of the blood shed
Well I met a woman with soft yellow hair
She had fire in her throat and she had plenty to spare
Whenever she laughed it was poems and prose
But when
the lights off,
Fly by on the cloud, knock his dome off,
cye im Iced Up, on the field, my name is Fitz Roy
You forever bottom, bitch, you'se a bitchboy
I dont
of the closest niggas to me
It's gonna be hard for me to fail. They want me dead
When this murder, I see red. I sleep with that bitch by my bed
I ducked
and coddling me
And pinching my cheeks, and squealing with glee
Made in his mother's own image, it's true
He's got her brown eyes and her freckles
Got her red
She needed security, I needed a ride or die So tell me who the bad guy, aye, aye-aye
She disappeared, thought she was by my side If she wasn't, then
be seen by eye
Don't know if I'll crack it but I'll try until I die
Blood red lips on a crimson smile
I know she's smiling cause she's using up my
and blood)
Candles by the mirror, perfume on the dresser, yes sir
Red sheets made of satin, flowers in the bible drying
Red wine in the goblet, golden
cheeks of joy pass the clouds by.
Infinity shines on two of us nestling close.
Winter eyes bare the sleeping mind.
Red mark on the wrist I wet with my
wraith, the interior on some red and white shit (hah)
This for them niggas still eatin' while duckin' Fed indictments
Backwood full of pressure, with
Gel soft, well blow, give him a minute, he'll grow
And all you gotta do is play the track again
I'm ready and revived, baby, back again
(Chorus)
it tonight (what else)
Only sixteen, way too tight
But age ain't nothin' but a number- number
Baby got her hair done by Shanda- Shanda
Nine nine
to the microphone stand
Predator style, now let's dance
No advance or a grant if you lack fans
Suckin' pennies from the slot machine
Gotta be a better way to get by
right back to
Fasting and praying to God just to
Get them all off
Don't call me soft
Just cause I'm real with my feels
Not fronting like some of you
and your done with half bake brain
Thats frozen and still run you soft in the middle
Im off in the middle precipitate pain from the north
To your temple I
off
People say I'm hard as Hennessy
And you soda soft
Man I'm talking to my enemies
And I'm sorta saw
But I treat my music like it's a craft
You
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