Lyrics:
to the stadium niggas
Now c'mon!
[Verse 1]
Bouncing, everytime I be hittin y'all niggas with shit
That be makin y'all niggas really want to black up in
go bake
Went to a party, this wasn't my first time getting laid
That shit was the best, her sessions was the best
3 hits of that 420, then i'm in my
on?)
Black out 息止まるほど crazy
冷めた ambition エンジン掛けて let's go
真の欲求 満たすのさ till the morning comes
常識のゲージを越えて
リプレイなんて出来ない 今宵限りの moments
揺らせ! All by
Always locked up by myself
Always locked up in my head
Pray the dream will never fade
yeah
Always locked up by myself
Always locked up in my head
Long checks,long chips, long dick and rubber
Come roll with a pimp or gangsta
Hustler by nature
Trust that I'll take ya
I'll show you the rules
to the stadium n****
Now c'mon!
[Verse 1]
Bouncing, everytime I be hittin y'all n**** with s****
That be makin y'all n**** really want to black up in
(hey, yeah yeah yeah)
Tryna put my name on it
Talkin' 'bout early in the morning
We can after party just a little bit more (ooh yeah)
Down for it if
cnd I want this...
cnd I need this...
Wanna have it anyway
In the Bedroom
In the backroom
In my black hole I will stay
No more outside
No more pain
locked upstairs in a hotel room
definitely went too far with the black lace on
And the singer in the band played a stolen guitar
Played it like
nights felt so long
Those TRL parties always looked so fun
By the time we grew up those days were gone
I wanna feel that morning rush
What ever happened
Buzzin' along with head phones on
Hoverin' by the car
You came around, cause you heard the magic's back in town
Hop right in, got my permission
Let's
The choice of consequences
You'd normally abhor
The DM moderates the
Flow of how we play
But inter-party conflict
At the table stays
The fantasy of roleplay
In
Yo
Turn the mic up
Yo
Yo
A yo sessions feel like 2 a days
Training for my title shot
Press record
And l give you everything l got
The blood sweat
At the black party
Let the black out
All black
at the white party
Get the crack out
Ima have to talk to shawty dancing with her ass out
She's for the streets she
the champion sound
Believe, believe
Lamborghini Mercy, your chick she so thirsty
I'm in that two seat Lambo with your girl she tryna jerk me
Lamborghini
to pull out his gat
Bullets exit through his back
Now his mama in all black
And niggas is going to the barber to get a fade
To carry their dead homie
to pull out his gat
Bullets exit through his back
Now his mama in all black
And niggas is going to the barber to get a fade
To carry their dead homie
rocks?
Shoutout everybody in the work and sell block
Me and Molly-Ock with the 30 round Glock
Breadwinner run party rockin' non-stop
Say you sorry, go
They used to call me weird
But now I'm getting cheered
On by the same people who I
Thought I feared I guess
Fucked up in a hellcat cause you know I'm
hungry light Budapest is
The realest niggaz ain’t always found in the coolest session
Soon enough you’ll see who play they part like movie credits
In
they tried to rob me
Back me in the lobby, pull out the shotty
Then came Scotty, fragile body
My first impression, he returned from a party
He was
Verse 2
Imma hop in on some new shit
Pulled off the lot in a new whip
Black Rover whipping on two wheels
New money gotem like who dis
Can't thumb through
Don't ask me why
But I'm really not OK OK
No Im really not OK
OK
My room is black I'm sleeping in
Theres nothing better to do
You said you would I
are blue, black
So we cherish ya, day to ditch I thought you knew that
Uh I'm tryna party at home baby
I'm tryna, uh, fuck off
I'ma be stuck in
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