Lyrics:
bazooka
Still smoking like hookah
Selling dreams and aiming high
Like an cir Force Recruiter
We all sleep when we die
Worst nightmare Freedy Kruger
4
messy
And dark
But We try to handle
And get some candles
Gradidily getting brighter
Then we pass through)
Mam said 2+2 is 4
I and my crew
We 4 by 4
Pick
love attention
So show him some love
Now come up slow and jus ride the head
Now drop down fast
Put it all in the air
Now turn ya ass around let me
Then I want the universe to come and see
That you can go through it and still love on everybody and acknowledge that the Lord is working inside of thee
creeping
All these models wanna be with me cause' I’ve been killing
Yea, they wanna be with me, but I don’t even feel them
Im about to pour a four inside
It's us (go)
Her and her friends want liquor, I left and came back with four rums like Reddit
Check up on all my exes, big body up in Texas
All
Bodies rotten from inside
Poisoned with their ignorance
Furious and stubborn
Begging for deliverance
For a scathing acid rain
Dark Past full of evil endeavors
Heart clean never black and ugly as ever
However I seen my family die from them rocks
Them beams on blocks including my
I'm gonna cure her for a hundred dollars.
You can bring her around my house at four o'clock,
And you can come and pick her up at 4:03 if you can pry
the backseat strapped with heat
Rollin' through the east side of LBC
On a mission for them
Wannabes and them wanna-G's
Four, or five, or six lil
Skeez die for
When I die write say I try for my grave
Life na market and everybody here come trade
Omo the rubbish wey be say my eye done see
Even this water when I
in the 2 in 1,
Catch me in the 2 in 1
Live fast, die young
A man of my word or I live by the pun
Like I’m in the lambo,
Scissors doors,
Yellow roof,
by her man if we two are lovers
She says, "I hardly know him.
Besides, he's not my type."
Her man's a policeman with a keen sense of trouble
He's
let my top down of on da nawf (yea yea)
Believe in what I did and what I saw (yea yea)
Stand on my word by law (yea yea)
Mama praying on the devil,
you by my side baby
Don't let me die and don't let me cry
I hate to see you cry baby
You see the sunrise when you're with me
It's just the two of us,
pride in code words
Crooked eye, mold
Nerd geek with a cold heart
Probably still be speaking in rhymes
As an old fart
Study how to eat to die by the pizza
the pimps be
Dressin all boogey and carryin' ugly cups
And yes you're getting booed if your shit does not get down
And yes you're getting sued by women who
your money
[Cee-lo]
Check it, baby
So ghetto like hot fries
I come from Melvin and resemble
Twenty-twenty with his blood shot eyes, got thirty-two
in dawn of time where I ruled life...
Soon you'll die by my hand of lies
You'll fall deep inside
Into the unknown
I am the Dreamlord
The visions
and have about
One two three four
Nick Cannon many of children
I feel like
Everybody is afraid of love
It's like when you bout to skydive
Oh you got to jump
Live fast
Die young
80 on the dashboard
Wrong way, you say
Which road should I go?
But all I know that is that
I wanna be next2u
Live fast
Die young
y'all motherfuckers don't want to do none (x2)
In the light never see a nigga like me, things collide inside
Open your eyes wide and see
Don't want
your walk by, I get this feeling inside
[Chorus: x2]
a noose
Lil shorty playin that Jvne, I gotta make me some moves
Down on yo knees, again and again
I need a repeat, not one two or three
Need four rounds
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