Search results for 'i think im flying by 12 rods' Page #416

y'all the ozone
My heart so cold you'll think I'm Frozone
Like clpo did Mitch I'ma hit you in the dome
Nigga's dumb as fuck
Y'all got 12 chromosomes

good brain like it is Neurology
Got a bad bitch while I'm driving on top of me
My life is private but that's how it's gotta be
She think I'm funny like

told em put it on my tab
Ion think he dig it but, I ain't coming back
Gingerbread man and he don't wanna do da race
Catch em at the finish line shoot em

I know you're a bottom
Because I come out on top
Caught by the 12
Now they tell us to stop
Well guess what
Now I'm suckin these cops
And next time,

the park but I'm not Derek Jeter
Snapping like Stark, getting close by the meter
All you do is bark with the hands of a tweeter
People keep talking I really

independent with new ones
I was suicidal by nine
Spring break around the corner
Told my bully I wanted to die
She said she disappointed I'm still alive
I felt

I'm liftin' it up[00:50.94]She love it when I get to drillin in it[00:52.82]Huh, you see all the pain I showed[00:55.91]You think they would peep game

Deliver the Weird

Clifford Gilberto Rhythm Combination

I Was Young and I Needed the Money

1998

method of pay
I shrug my shoulders, I'm like what can you say?

It's money, ain't it? I ain't begging you jack
And mood I'm in, I might just give you

Okay back to the kitchen table
In other words square one
To show I'm willing and able to work
Step one
I was born ready
Just reluctant to get it done

defeat us[02:09.31]Finna put the smackdown like I'm John Cena[02:11.29]Bringin' a track to fuel this arena[02:12.92]Sippin on Jack, I'm killin'

Because of the violence
Can't hear people or friends
Or help or sirens she whispers "I'm sorry
" there's no one on the way
As she returns to an angel

to the class I'm serving packs to students
She in my phone she think I'm cheating now I'm acting clueless
Key Santana got the guala don't be acting stupid
Bitch

days I'm perfectly fine with
Just slipping by as the quiet type who
Appears to have something more
Important to do, wants nothing from you
It's nothing

bread just like Aladdin
(Yuh)
And man that code I'm always cracking
(Yuh)
But there ain't no genie in a lamp
But I'm still high as a flying carpet
Word

never talk back
I can't complain about that
Two 12's in the trunk, I
Need a system that slaps
We mix this shit by ourselves
I never had shit, now

Niggas think it’s games
They better come to play
I ain’t afraid to up it
Ima let it spray
Baby draco on my left
Baby draco on my right
When i’m riding

Were taken I choose
To believe it I think it's an angel

Take a good look
Many, including their pastor said that they
Believe this image captured by

Right now
Okay, I mean, nah, I can't even eat yet
I can't go yet, I gotta smoke first

I don't go nowhere until I smoke
I'm sober, nigga
I need

ont wann cause no issue,
You gon think it’s Vietnam come around da way niggas shootin off those missals,

I ain’t tryn be Bishop or Raheem but nigga I’m

but, built up not that nice fighter
I'm the champ, but still I'm the number 1 contender
You the chump, more like the number 1 pretender
Don't call me by

to blaze a new path
You know I'm smoking good I'm from the state of blue grass
Counting all this paper got me good at my math
Comp think they on my heels so

So can you come slide I want you tonight
Oh come on baby
Stop by the crib I got that supply
Don't want to waste it
I'll make your night
Just come

grazing and gasping
Pyramid schemes with a degree and a campus
All I see is ashes death by the masses
Still we keep it pushing that hope is everlasting
12

Ayy, easy
Baby, tell me if you interested
Cause I'm tryna fuck you and your best friend
High as hell, yeah, I feel like a Jetson

I like when you