Lyrics:
die as a musician
Amy Winehouse, Kurt Cobain, overwhelmed by all the fame
Lack of inside information put some demons side they brain
Wouldn't mind to do
the escape key
And then she get mad and wanna go and erase me
And I remember Amy, she used to AIM me
She stayed up late, and used to blame me
She said I'm
it slow forever
I know your heart is weathered by what studs did to you
I ain't gon' solve 'em, 'cause I probably did it too
Because of you
8 balls, not no pool
If you ask me his name then I don't have a clue (whoa)
Make 'em hit the folks every time that I shoot
Too much money, I'm evil
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two.
the tool
Don't make me act the motherfuckin' fool
Me you can go toe to toe, no maybe
I'm knockin' niggas out the box, daily
Yo weekly, monthly and yearly
(Yes you know indeed)
We Gangstafied
[Kane]
Wasn't never no Mama I want to sing
It was mamma I want to slang
So I can show off my gold chain, gold
everything around me like the Carvel
Amy Winehouse, I'm sippin' cherry in the motel
Sir smoke a lot of opps, half baked, Dave Chapelle
Speedin' to that
(Yes you know indeed)
We Gangstafied
[Kane]
Wasn't never no Mama I want to sing
It was mamma I want to slang
So I can show off my gold chain, gold
Uh, it's that knock right here
Uh, y'all in that mood yet?
You need a subwoof' to play this in the car by the way
Let's go
I'm a be quiet, let
Love has no limit, let's spend it slow forever
I know your heart is weathered by what studs did to you
I ain't gon' assault 'em 'cause I probably did
cash
Plus every good girl wanna go bad
And Playboy mags like Stacy Dash
Or Kim Kardash and be a lady aaaat it
You know what's the crazy thing,
Some
to go after B
And I still smash on C
I got two fifth on me
Like the quarterback of the cheese
I'm in the field, no cleats
Breakin' that seal by the P
Multiply simple logic
It's rules you can follow
If Dre ain't motivation, I don't know who is
Gift and a curse, maybe them shoes is too big
Or maybe I'm too
girls
And. I’m off the henny
Or. I might mix pass the remy
And. I fucks with the lean (lets go x3)
Only fuck wit that real shit Or. I wont sip
Pop no
to
At times when I'm lost I try to find you
You know to give me space when it's time to
My heart's dictionary defines you, as love and happiness
Truthfully
Super super long Thanksgiving prayer
On this Thanksgiving
I'm so thankful for family
My blood family, my fans and our haters
We love you too
I am in the right place
I'm gonna chat it in a style and chat it in a grace
Eat good food drink good you know that's to my taste
Now make
thigh
Leg by leg and
I guess.
Ain't no way to get ya out
Your so caught up S-E-X-U-A-L - sort
Of a freaky situation
With a peppermint twist
Ricky
Hello mother
No I'm not coming back
You know I love you but here I got unfamiliar pleasure
Hello mother
No I am not alone
I keep myself surrounded by
Mix-A-Lot]
Yeah, I'd much rather be behind the mic, then the gat
But the simple fact that my pockets is fat
Means I can't relax, you know what I'm sayin?
Haha
can't play with destiny (holler if you hear me)
As fas as I know
He's in good hands
So you can stop callin' all around
Sayin' have you seen my man?
leave, hell no
Gyal you have di tighest pumpum
Weh me ever get inna mi life, God know
Fuck you like a whore, treat you like a queen
So me know you ah
Mía que quien and I'm up in the mix
If I ain't up in the 5
Then I'm driving the 6
Then you owe a couple thou' if
You step on my kicks
Trying ask me
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