Search results for 'smoking and drinking by ya ya sol' Page #465

Someone to Hate

M-Boogie

Laid in Full, Chapter 2

tutsi, wear in wardrobe for the movie

You really not the ill nigga that you claim to be (You'se a phony)
All gassed up by ya people, before coming

Trip to London

Fiend

Street Life

1999

hustle, I was the one that gave him muscle
And showed him how to make a missile and snap a bone tissue
Red covered the floors, only by the doors
Incase

the carnage
Unless the chains broken 
I’m hoping
That if a 20 year vet with cigarettes can 
Refrain from chain smoking
The lanes remain open for change

It’s

the juice when I say juice I mean I know the way
So I been in the booth speaking the truth that's all I know to say
Hanging out the window smoking Indo

fcukin dope
i could stand there all day givin ya a big fcukin list
but ive gotta help my mate, do over a fcukin post office
in the good old days, you'd

wanna talk so let me be I tried to warn ya
Can't help that I'm stuck in my ways, got me stuck in this place
Cause I'm stuck up when I'm fucked up
Rap like

a incidental
I was tryna get complex but you was thinking simple
And ya name i wont remember
Cause i always gotta go and
Pick a four up and pour it
Pick a eighth

the back smoking endo
Giving spike innuendos
But I'm eyeing her friend tho
What I thought
Made an addict now she dunno how to stop
She's on top
Take a hit

handled shit
The Mississippi cools me down
Climbing trees, smoking weed
Shirts off, her skirt off
Ice cream at the DQ
By the waterfall falling down
Jumpin'

a track

Here's something for an attack
I'd clash you with the clan

I'm the man, Here's the plan
Was never given anything by hand

No Silver Platter man

blowing by you, beep beep
I bought your bitch from you and she came for the cheap cheap
You want the answer to life, the money be the cheat sheet
I’m

slat, yeah n***a we it
Yo plug got no gas told that fuck n***a re-it
Don’t think we don’t know to weed em out
Im smoking on runtz bitch on me im out
Leven

Smoking flowers to get high

We just praying we get by

Sun in the sky

Making love to life

Use my voice to make the music come to life

I got flows for

the streets
A pint of Guinness to kill your kidneys
I meant liver, fuck
Love living superior
By the Hudson river
Beat break so cold, make em fucking shiver
Like

tellin me 
Why you selling dreams man
Why you run for ya life when you got treasuries 
I said am stuck, while am carrying this legacy and now it's meant

the time that I got shot by Cupid 

Took her on a family trip and I ain’t know the chick

I was Trynna get some ass while my pops go and fish 



But

So let’s get it started
Been so fuckin stupid
It feels like I’m dyin
Been drinkin them juices oh

Bitch I know I get cocky
When I’m drunk by myself

aggressive, I do spins with the Magnum tucked 
I pull out that tre tre ocho and they better duck
I’m sippin whiskey, I ain’t Irish so don’t try ya luck 
I keep

Hoes- 
 Might Wipe His Nose for Tryna plot. Get da Drop Early Mornin Evil Twin swing by Ya  Spot 
Call da guys - Dey gone pullup Quick 2 Hop out Like da

wrong, 
Why is there so much pain portrayed by these artists as they make these songs,
Are we too far gone, 
Are we at the threshold of the great beyond,
I

Iʼm getting sucked by somebody auntie
I use to rock hundreds now Iʼm want mazi
Walk in the club Iʼm sipping on wocki
Backwoods stuffed Iʼm smoking

anime yea
I'm smoking outside
So much I know you try to hide
Cuz we're only human
N**** die everyday
No one can find the shooter
Stuck in the box
In

coming I'm loving it when you visit
Time flying by the minute
We balling for triple digits
Tell a friend to tell a friend that we always gon' do it

Ignore the shit and watch the time quickly passing by
Swiftly die like a butterfly gnat or fly
I survive but i'm tryna figure out why
I body the beat like