Lyrics:
train
Choo Choo
Clang clang
Mama mama
Stay stay
So long
So sad
Too hard
Too bad
What more
Could have
Asked now
When past
Is gone
No point
In song
Just
in
What I'm gon' do with all these racks?
Damn, what she gonna do with all that ass?
That baby oil is Holy Water
Ever met a young nigga with too much
I need a bad bitch I'm addicted
And I don't know who to pick
I got a bad bitch in the west coast
And she tryna shoot a flick
I got a shorty in New
smoke that la la
Oh my god
Live by the code sharia law
Tripping balls
Sitting in a handicap bathroom stall
These kids would be my kids if they girlfriends
diamond live in the stars
Touching the moon fighting like Zeus, Orion
Back in it this a mad level up Mario mushroom I'm growing up
Time slowing no it's my
move too odd
Know a frauds like a track niggers gotta get dropped
Bitches in my phone wanna build like Bob
Tryna land by the spot where the fun don't
story to tell
Now once upon a time not too long ago
A nigga like myself had to strong arm a hoe
Now this was not a hoe in the sense of having a pussy
Animals don't have a choice.
If they're not happy with their place in the world... too bad.
They have to live the life they've been given.
Humans,
with some fella with a regular job"
I didn't wanna get her involved
By dinner Mr. Benjamin was sitting in awe
Hopped into my car, drove far
Far's too
on the search of it
Covered in Louis Vuitton, we right on the verge of it
Lot of people claimin' that they down bad, as bad as it gets (gets)
But understand
what's right
Yet we live by the sword and hide from the light
We all know what's wrong and we all know what's right
Yet we live by the sword and we hide
foul play"
Bad news on soprano scene -
first Carlotta, now Christine!
Still, at least the seats get sold
gossip's worth its weight in gold . . .
What
It's been a min since we ain't been in it I get it but nigga my dawgs back
I'm lit off the Henney I'm drippin' in Fendi forget it it's all bad
Yea I
(*background is Black Sabbath's "Iron Man," performed by the group Metal Church*)
(*chanting*)
[Verse 1]
You could strike a match in my hand
Too
them digits/
If you lucky,watch it Tripple/
I been that Nigga/
You was just a late bloomer/
Bad taste in ya mouth/
From the Hating Rumors/
But fuck
I'm hittin' fences
Cops on a nigga back missin' me by inches
And they say how do you survive
Weighing 155 in the city where the little niggas die
From Connecticut, or from Louisiana,
Bad table ettiqutte, too much chatter,
Very well spoken, or real bad grammer,
I minority token, a brother in
From Connecticut, or from Louisiana,
Bad table ettiqutte, too much chatter,
Very well spoken, or real bad grammer,
I minority token, a brother in
(Earl on the beat)
It's the code
Everybody live by the code, it's the code
Hey (hey), hey (hey), hey (hey), brrt
Run up an M from down bad
Hhunm!
Viral Vibez
Was I There
They say I talk too much
Maybe I talk too much
No be say I know too much
Na bcos of you I dey talk too much
They say I
to lose
Everybody gotta die
Say good-bye to the bad guy
That one you fucked when you passed by
Buck buck from a Glock
Tempered glass fly
Do
tree
Serpents round my leg, it's holding me
I live in my pain, I can't be free
Yeah let's talk about reality
Going through my mind solidity, certainty
I
play my role on the block, then they'll say I'm actin' different
But, if I go back too much, then I'll go back to prison
My life's full of bad bitches,
think I need a stroller
Pour up the liquor then ease my pain with a Corona
She knew I would of done anything if it was for her
Now I live in her dreams
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