Lyrics:
youare in
I am just counting days
Go on let the party begin
I'm gonna blow you away
Go on have your fun
Soon enough it will be you that's shaking
I get
'cause without them I wouldn't know how to shit on niggas
I was ballin' in the paint, tryna see the picture
Just let me know what smoke you want, I got
where have you gone?
it’s been a while since your number popped
up on my phone
my phone
I’m cold to the bone
counting the stars is far less fun when
the dimension of the crew SoleSides
it ain't nuttin goin on but a party
Now brothers want to flex but I'm over they heads
I got the funky type of style
David Dobrik merch
No, she won't stick her sticky fingers in her purse
And if she don't gimme money I'ma steal from church
'Cause I can't let Tiffany
pants an anus (Shit, fuck, damn)
Hundred rounder, I ain't have to aim it
We gon' pull up
Put you in a suit since your ass debating
Hot as hell in my wife
so they blew up my phone
Have me stressing, asking questions like
"Yo, how did it go?" I knew that when I hit the party I just put on a show
Yo,
Ehsaan hai mujhpe tumara, chuute na yeh saat hamara
[I owe you big time, may we never loose each other]
Now let's start, at the beginning,
before I
see let me tell you what I mean is
I'm so blind by material things
Yeah sometimes I dont see whats in front of me mane
Yeah ya heard right
I hit
I'm Jack The Ripper lurking in the dungeon
1888, midnight in London
They flabbergasted by the rappin' bastard
With the rap to match it and the track
Look who it is, the saddened and weak
It seems those beams of light have caused some glare
Freakish and dismal. Hollow and bleak
I could go on, but
I just want you back
Just let me make it up, yeah yeah yeah
'Cause girl, you're the one I love
I'll wait here by the door 'til you ain't back no
a bargain, bitch
I'ma take your grandpa's style, I'ma take your grandpa's style
No for real ask your grandpa can I have his hand-me-downs?
(Thank you)
grandpa's style
Ain't for real ask your grandpa can I have his handmedowns?
Thank you Velour jumpsuit and some house slippers
Dookie brown leather jacket
gleam from one ring
Yo let me let why'all niggaz know one thing
There's one life, one love, so there can only be one King
The highlights of livin,
One, two, three, four
Hello muddah, hello faddah
Here I am at camp Grenada
Camp is very entertaining
And they say we'll have some fun if it stops
like windows tinted,
Finished Menace Entertainment, steppin' I represent it,
Government it for life, so let, that be the sentence,
Strap provin'
to over-stand
I'm flowin' like a G5 jet so they have to let me land
I'm gettin' high just to get a piece of mind
It's just another day in my life that I write
can't get where we're going
Do you want to sleep easy?
Do you want to go party by the pool?
Do you want to go home?
Do you want to go home?
I don't know
can't get where we're going
Do you want to sleep easy?
Do you want to go party by the pool?
Do you want to go home?
Do you want to go home?
I don't know
were shackles on my hands
Tried to deny it, 'til oppression took command
Turned to the Savior and He opened up my eyes
It caught me by surprise, told me
Honeys' with bodies
With Bravehearts guns in the party
Waves, braids, baldies
Trademarks to army
Is that Horse it must be
I heard he husky
Yeah, there
Honeys' with bodies
With Bravehearts guns in the party
Waves, braids, baldies
Trademarks to army
Is that Horse it must be
I heard he husky
Yeah, there
Yeah,
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Let he who is without sin cast the first stone,
I'll wait,
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
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