Lyrics:
daily wages
And I'm so underground I might just pop up in Asia
Underground, like a cave is or the roots of the acacia
Underground, like when I laid
your glory
For your healing to be seen over the waters over the sea
North America
South America
Asia
We declare
Your glory
Your glory
We declare
We
breath! {*"A word from our sponsor"*}
[Boots]
Some confuse ass-breath for strong halitosis
It's been hundreds of years since the first diagnosis
By
Look at you go
Okay you bubblin'
Look at you go
Okay you bubblin'
One in the hand
One in the bag
Bubblin'
Look at the cash
Look at the cash
Oh oh
Mhm
Oh oh
Oh ohh
Oh oh
I was fucking with Asia
Messing with Keisha
Linked Bri last time that I seen her
Had a Jada wasn't falling in love
[Chorus: Asia Cruise]
Hey baby waitin' on you to come my way baby
Ain't afraid to say me
Say baby ya lookin' tight
Ya need to come tonight 'cause
world but never been to Florida
They holdin' my shit, all winter
By the time the shit drop, I done already been there
The game's fucked, a thousand
cry on top of the world
I hope you have the time of your life
I hope I don't lose it tonight
Bald head pussy got lots of juice
Lopsided
cry on top of the world
I hope you have the time of your life
I hope I don't lose it tonight
Bald head pussy got lots of juice
Lopsided
Hands up, if you livin' by the gang code Hands up, if you livin' by the same rules
Hands up, if you never breaking guy code Hands up
Hands up, if you
round, learning shit, playing fake acts
I’ve been staying home, waiting long, should expect that
Six months alone, they was waiting out by the door
All I
option at the time
To another continent, leaving ours behind
I was too young to realize, that we could not rewind
I looked at my daddy and he said we would
Kass, surrounded by hip hop royalty
Killah Priest, Mistah Fab on tour country to country
In Asia with Planet Asia, Chillin with Rob in the Vip
Mr.
And it'll be a long time, before
You ever see me again, me again
They want me, hold my head in shame
So I hold 'em on, holding hands in vain
Covers
fruit, get crops
Get land, get stores, kick doors, ensure
Your fam is good, plus the people next door
Some are tired by the times
Some inspired by
nigga (haha, haha)
You gotta love it, New York City (haha)
[ Chorus - 50 Cent singing ]
I been doin' my own thang
You can tell by the stones on my neck,
a legend of history scout
I passing green to the man of my hand
Produce for me only realest in game
Build in the Bishkek spreading propane
Jump over fence
up to Julius Cezar
Had a piece of the globe, every continent
Yo, there's Asia, Africa, Europe, France, Japan
Pakistan, America, Afghanstan
Yo, there's
Asia’s house
Whole complex was hanging out
Then my momma told me get down
Outside they started bangin out
Get the money then I’m getting on
Me and weirdos
hands up one time
Let me see your, let me see your hands up one time
Let me see your, let me see your hands up
Hands up, hands up
Let me see your hands up
This nigga fucked up motherfucking Whitaker
Dang, he caught Whitaker
He caught Whitaker a long time ago
Mike got touched
Then Mike got touched by
here to make you feel better, yeah
Take a load off on my private island
Come inside and go into hiding
I know that you've been sacrificing your time
the shoes?
Truth is truth, I tear the fuckin' roof off the house
Expose them foes with my mouth
I see corporate hands up in foreign lands
With the man
lights
より眩しい 俺達のせい
上の上の上
未来の想像の上
Fujiyamaを越えてく yeah
Close the browser 目の前さ
何をしても絵になるな
Homies達と Asia tour
Let me see your hands
Heat, heat,
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