Lyrics:
ain't grizzly, y'all all soft and huggable
I came up in the gutter, you came up like all the Huxtables
You don't want me to black-belt-to-death you
been all my lifetime?
Let me fuck ya 'til the sun shine (uh huh) uh huh (uh huh)
What I do? (whoaa) Mind my bizz
No I can't take ya home wit me
Nothing is over now
I keep my eyes on the stars
That's where I come from
Belt of Orion
Son of the Sun God
You know my name, I'm The Conqueror
can't run it up
Show money done turned to no money just to sum it up
I ain't seen the sun in months
But how can I complain
When some fathers ain't
Oh no
Come on ?
Put on the seat belt
? hit the road
Hit the road at the speed of sound
In a machine that's made of lightning
Cross the line
twice
When in need of your help if i'm wrong got your belt
But only you Uesirah had respect for your job
And your heart and your soul and your house
Nothing is over now
I keep my eyes on the stars
That's where I come from
Belt of orion
Son of the sun god
You know my name, I'm the conqueror
of shotglasses
Lookin screwfaced at the next nigga who passes
There's women in garter belts and ciggarettes
And on the side there's the price game
Niggaz
swisher down the middle, sun up with the killa
I'ma northside thug getting fucked with a mean mug
I don't give a fuck cause I fuck yo slut
She was bopping
electric like the chair
Whoever want to test just STOP!
Before you catch the diamond in the back with the sun roof top
If you come on stage you get got
I
seconds
better believe we brought enough free chicken for the picnic
and while the time is tickin'
automated belt drive felt tip scribe i'm your guide
See the green and red on my belts, so you know that it came from Italy
Sun's out, Air force ones out, had to run a boy over the grass
They stay
outside
Drive fast don't waste time
Ass all on my FaceTime
Strap on my wasteline
Gucci, Fendi, Prada belt
Hold it up, no Kreayshawn
Don't give a fuck
Why, I wonder, is my heart full of holes
And the feeling goes but
My hair keeps growing
Will I set the sun on a big-wheeled wagon
Oh I'm bragging
my seat belt on
Another rainy runway
Another broken heart I'm healin' from
We're movin' now, liftin' off the ground
Up, up and away
Into
Chico did D'Angelo's)
If imitation was acid, I'd have nothin
Left but jewerly, 52 teeth and a belt buckle
(Nigga, your skills are to die for)
During
clip
My ladies said lets pimp the bitch
Get my keys up off the shelf
Start the car, did not click the belt
Strike like an ambush, set up the moustrap
stressed out, really not knowin what life's about
Jewels, jewels, jewels, jewels
Chorus
[La the Darkman]
Yo, yo, dunn I'm felt
Gun in my waist, tight belt
pretending rain pellets are rice strewn
Stay awake a little longer, babe, we'll say goodnight soon
Well now your belt is unfastened, you’re beginning to look
Shout my XanMan
Squad of one
One and done
Whole team of broads and my broad in one
Settin’ sun, aye I found my beach
Sayin' fuck y’all cause I found
Suicide, pro when I flow with the Mooninites
Foreigner belt, no need for a gun
They stole all my stuff, tried to sell me the sun
You're hot blooded, check it
answer to everything
We will rise above it all and dance with the storm
Dance with the storm
This is our reality with no gravity, no gravity
When sun
while I start a new night
I thrive in the sun but come alive in the moonlight
I just wanna, maybe - give you something that can help
Go and get up on your
the asteroid belt
I'm seeing things
That aren't there
Curious intentions
Sing philosophy
Traveling aboard
The fragmented mind
Curious intentions
Sing philosophy
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