Lyrics:
the breaks
I'm everlasting; I can go on for days and days
With rhyme displays that engrave deep as x-rays
I can take a phrase that's rarely heard
Flip it
the opps on my pod sending kites
I got a curfew I be in by 10 a night
I beat this case and I get on with my life
What's done in the dark come to the light
or contaminated
Turn on your stereo never come radio activated
Deadly and fatal poison the title
My recital hits the parts that are vital
So tune in
found a coincidence yeah
Feels like the heaven is hell yeah
Feels like the hell is the heaven
I need to behave way more clever
Out of ten I need
to stop shop, got knocked when I popped the glock
Shit was ran right by me and my man Mike
'Cause I choose to use a gun don't mean that I can't fight
is all overseen by my man will
As I walk through the valley shadow of death
I know that I ain't got much time left
And they don't really wanna see
the breaks
I'm everlasting; I can go on for days and days
With rhyme displays that engrave deep as x-rays
I can take a phrase that's rarely heard
Flip it
The material mind is enticed by the dollar bill
It makes some brothers fight, and some would even kill
Some will do anything for a bill
Cause they think they'll
Fuck You Pay Me Fuck You Pay Me Fuck You Pay Me
You can not fight it
This too much splash
Our wave on tidal title knew this clash
Of Titans would
AMR Beats what we got?
All you G
Yeah, ties close, I whittled 'em down
Stick it to 'em by sticking around
The gang all on Iwo Jima
Got one
Title: CORNERS - Wishing They Were Painted Red
Words & Music By: Michael G. Ronstadt
VERSE I
Gadd9Corners dancing in my head,
Whishing they were
Many people had the nerve to think we would end the trend
With Criminal Minded, an album which is only ten
Funky, funky, funky, funky, funky hit
Edit Lyrics
(You must save your changes before using these buttons)
ID 3846519
Writer
Select Title Artist Album Composer Time
the title 'OG'
Been down for ten years, this my fifth LP
I'ma get this one easy
A real motherfuckin G, are-rock Tee
Now all these fools talkin 'bout they
a bond that was tight, (oh)
What you know bout' falling off over a title...
(oou 6x) x4
Uh
Running through the woods, I drop my nine in the snow (uh)
Ten feet deep, look like a pile of the blow
Had to choke a motherfucker
savings account stash
And lots of other reasons to
Be blazing the loud pack
I get it life is getting hectic by the second
'Til you start to question if you
TITLE: 7th Street
Writers: © 2023 Martin J. Montelongo/Geza Music BMI
Description: Empathy for the homeless
Lyrics:
And I wonder how they make it,
I
the titles
Now instead of Chaka call me Nat Turner with the burner
Freedom fighter for this revolution, fuck a wave journer
See I be what John Wilkes Booth
rinse...
Treat ya like dirty money watch you rinse...
Tricked a few niggas they title was sponsor...
With me see a future my title is Monster...
Pulled you
make you want to catch a body quick
Fuck em up bust em down Queensbridge style
Street corner thug my title neighborhood partygoer
Noreaga
Know we walk by shootin' jam 2
If a dem alone, nobody nuh dead
If a we alone, everyday another marrow spread
Mr laing and bigga ford cyaa
Save yuh big
Chorus
Tell this apprentice follow my lead
Aventus they aint my creed
Them man are two's up tryin to buy some weed
I'm like Scuse up I'm on Title
Glory
Glory to the righteous one 2x )
(Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah
Glory to the righteous one 2x )
Written by Godstime
Compost by JENNIFER ANIETIE
Discuss these title x by zanana Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In