Lyrics:
I put roots on emcees who try to fade these, lyrics
Kid please, I got the microphone disease
And I don't joke when it's time to go to work
Whack
Insecure like stars bursting a bomb of cherries
Got a god-complex, racing up the steps of the monastery
A leap of faith, chasing after death like
Un-touch-able, inde-struct-able
Get in my way and we're dustin you
As a kid this the type of shit that we dreamed of
Money, cars, bitches and drugs
I prevail,
better have a angel with him
You tryna book me for a show, you gotta pay me 'fore I go
To feed the family, I ain't got no time to play with niggas
to go?
I bowled up a winna and put it up in the air
Got that low dress on you comin' up outta dere, yeah
She like that, you like that
You say you bite,
You understand?
"When I get to heaven, I'll see my grandmother there
She'll say 'Great God almighty, here come my child! He must've got here by
where
Every time we drive by I’m tryna see if he there
Little kid in the back seat Steph and me
Little Stephanie Little Lorraine would’ve been me
If I was
with me
In a bucket we would mash out
When I did that bullshit and got caught you got my ass out
You was that girl that would set that nigga up
I was
some kits,
I got white clean rocks
Packs land what you need
B I got Catch me in my spot
just sweeping some prof
It's that cat, he needing some bob
at the locals for that fire tea
Got me moving real slow, it must be the haze
You Know I can't forget half moon bay
Pacific coast highway cruising all day
Toven
You fakin' flight yo ass got laid over
Niggas do too much then want a make over
Never been friendly
Last year made me way colder
Lost a lot and had
Pruth Da Truth
Fly, Fly, Fly
New kid in the game
Yeah he got that flame
OG In my brain make me go insane
Ladies run up on me ask me what my name
through vans too
Oh-Bob-bobalo-bamboo, move
And I'm fo' really with the milly-o
Leave many wholes like the cereal Cheerios
You into funny money, I'm rakin'
if you want, then I shoulder the blame
Overcome at times by uncontrollable flames, and multiple pains
Now it seems like I'm goin insane
For the love
By Scatterbrain
From the recording titled 'Here Comes Trouble'
Color by numbers, stay inside the lines
Ya got a question? Check the rulebook, see
the trouble I get you in)
The reason you got the kids(They got a whole lotta jokers too)
There's somethin' else that you do
(You know, when you put that
like it
Was way too hot and too fast
For hip hop doo wop rock or bop
Ain't here to hurt you
Don't hang in them circles
Government ain't got me
Yet so
tassels need sucking I got no strength to tie it
Had no rain in so long that the fields are mighty dusty
And it's been so unbearable hot that the kids
cruise by
Niggas new so they fuu
Better move by
Wit ya boo and like two
Ima smooth guy
Waking thru wit da fit
Louie shoes tied
Smokin strong off a spliff
Cash out might cop a Mercedes
Diamonds blinging on six fingers you might think i'm Tom Brady
Imma get my bag and then i'm outta there
Chasing bread so
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
Perfeita Pra Mim (Ain't nothing 'bout you)
(Tom Shapiro/Rivers Rutherford - Versão Raffael Marques)
Eu pensei que nessa vida eu não ia amar
Que não
Christmas time is here
And all I want to do
Is spread some holiday cheer
You might find me
With sad days behind me
We'll swing by Dutch
You won't
the moves
Bob showing samples and packs to shaw00p
Brea got the film camera just to capture the moment
Got bagel bites up in the oven
Henny bottles and some
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