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Get on the Train

God Street Wine

Red

1996

to come home but she cut off my feet"
And it's all going out of control
Little brother fell down a hole
And we can't fish him out, and I have no doubt

either
That's why I'm fixing to change my fuckin' car to a two-seater
Don't trust half you niggas
I've wild out at college parties like Kappa niggas

close to the red line, tin cans choking in the fumes
Weaving and filtering, dodging all the traffic, biking is a bit like having wings
The sound

The hate is in our DNA and we been likely to clot so fuck you, hype beast

On God, I'ma tell the truth or die tryin'
Young city boy, I was raised by lions

mine (Ya)
I'll be loving you
Show you what it do (Yeah)
All in a moment (Baby) (In a moment, moment)
We love, kiss and touch girl
All in a moment (Baby)

không một chỗ láo
Rain in my zone, charmed by the cold over million dong
Bang out the road for the night in Sai Gon
Floating the vibe like I ride on my

dey shayo die
cs days pass by I feel more alive
Na heaven dem wan go but dem dey fear to die.

Many things man eyes done see no lies 
Many things man

out
I'm on the path to power
I would've made Atlas proud
Hit you with the one-two punch
Zap and whack you out
Grab my massive gatling
Light you like

situations, taught me how to pray
When I get in his presence, that's when he educates
Know me by the unction, that's how we demonstrate
I won't change

to calm down go off
Oh boy! What do we have here?, all these Goodies
Sip and smoke and livin' life like we should be 
Indeed, this track bangs, like Embiid

demons
We spining the block like a remix
Lean on body lean on my feelings
Smoking my ops bitch I'm a demon
10 in a glock fuck what you feeling
Wipe them

stand tall
Omo i will never bow
Won ni temi bawo
Bo oro mi gbo agbo
Tin bawo de pelu awon temi se ma yago
Omo no dey form o
Koma ba lo jego
score for your

over there to connect me
Kin to sheju wonti carry out necessary document

Rodo tin lo Yankee
E gbo gan talo fe forun be? Who dey
Mo tin gbara di lati fi

to the space
And got nothing

The only party anyone had
Was on Friday night, mainly
The province of the 90's
House and techno crowd
We didn't hear about it

the first picture
Second of all, seconds pass while I lecture
I'm your favorite preacher
Reach our level, never
Run out of flow like a camel
In the desert

let me in
Napped by the hair, caught my chinny-chin-chin
Little pig, little pig, let me in
Together we'll stand and we'll defend
Yo, it's the Big Bad

I'm back with a difficult task
No ceilings attached, 'bout to kill 'em on wax
Ski mask with the clip in the gat
Didn't give 'em a chance like we did in

out the bottle 
From the Bronx like Billy Blanco 
Fortin' high-on on the throttle 
My shit dates back like American Bandstands 
So ya'll niggas sit

the train is loaded three days a week 
And the men in charge pile it all on a barge 
And send it out to sea

I'd like to sail on back to a distant time
When

So it's like
3.30 in the morning right
We've been up in the studio the whole damn day like
Boys make sleepy an tins
Then I hear this kick and I feel

just talking, they poppin' shit
Had to switch up the ones I was rocking with
I keep mowing the tin canes, I gotta ditch it
Hit like three hoes from D

the dirt still got some dust on the Rover
I don ’t got to church but I kick the devil off my shoulder ( ah ha )
Shout out to the bros we connected like

Flight crew, please prepare for takeoff
I like to swim out to sea, jump on the first sinking ship I see
It's probably why you might be thinking

to start it (nah)
You gon' need a membership to
Get inside this party (whaddup cuz?)
We got a whole lotta bricks (what else)
And a lotta bodies (yeah)
I'ma