Lyrics:
I'm so glad you have a wife- In this wolf eat samurai world
You better grab your swords and saw your nads off
You'll get chopped off by the needle
Scott
Then it's back to the chill spot
Ensuing by her going
Into a rant using that
Shocked tone and gestures
To prove in fact
Talking who I'm shooting
the sucking song
Yeah that's my life
See me in the highlights
Walk up on a nigga
Knock 'em out like I'm Mike Tyson
I wanna grow out
Live long and show out
Hit
a fuck-up, pain in the ass
Ready to jump, I ain't had no run-up, but Imma fly
Meet me in the sky, you're rising up, but I'm passing by
Or that'll be true, once
Whoo Ha! Backpack raps with gats in it
Don't get your cap peeled
By the black menace k-Dot thoroughbred
Move like a militant soldier
On point like
with us
Crying cuttin' onions in the kitchen
Jesus on a cross down the hallway in a picture
The devil's in the bottom of a bottle of brown liquor
Pullin' up at 2 AM at night
Nothing but vibes all in my sight
In my 23's I'm feeling like Mike
I been ballin' believe that hype
Ain't been told that
them devils playin' games in my mind
Ex drug dealer, still tryna be divine
Take a look in my thoughts, yeah, you know what's on my mind
By any means,
My thoughts could be clouded
But when I seen you cross the room
I saw the way you move those hips, well I just started to doubt it
Got this Henn' in
can get some respect and some ends in this motherfucker
[Murs]
Oh F'real well you got a little skill you can do that
but um listen to this story check
life lied that you would hold me closer (Nah)
Told me that you loved me then just left me colder
Actin like that girl in that song by Mike Posner
I
But, when I hold my head so high
As I see my ol' friends go by,
And it's still that sign on the cross
That worries me.
Well, it seems to be
rocked the mike for Howard Cosell
To show America how I rocked so well
And while I rocked the mike, this is what I said
About Dracula, the living dead
of us
Throwed here
Up in The D
Ain't nothing but them stars here
Up in the D
We'll shut your shit down here
Up in the D
Ain't nothing but them Gs here
Up
Came home in Ninety-Two and flooded Brooklyn with valves
I'm back...
You want me to cross the border?
Well come on baby
You want me to cross the border?
Gave my dawg a couple twenty's just to buy gas
I made It In the world that's something that I bypassed
They say they don't got time well I guess that
shit dead, put it in a coffin
We finna slide on a Monday
Sike nah, aye mike mike mike, we gon on a hump day
Bad bitch, gave her a lift from the, uh,
thumb up like, "It's fine"
(Run) See yourself, I say, selflessly divine
Leave me here to drown in glory, you're too good to cross that line
(Run-run)
(done)
Took on the battle and won (won)
For those who believe in the son (son)
Run to the cross and I trust (trust)
I run to the cross and I trust (trust)
sleepin' and the moon turns his back
You crawl on your belly 'long the railroad tracks
And cross your heart and hope to die, and stick a needle in your eye
play heroics
Mike Vick speed, I won't ever throw it
Got liquor all in my system
And they double-cross but I'm Christian
And they cheat the game like
It’s been fuckin with my spirit
Well only one cause my Gemini twin hella bad
He keep telling me to get it, by any means get it
Ain’t no room for wishy
Ben's
But I'm a Capricorn I'm packed like I'm strapped for gore
I whip the pussy like slave masters, they backs is torn
My pole reels them in, right by
Yo I think I got a problem
With these bitches and liquor
Every time I see a stripper
I just wanna long dick her
Well that's your problem
Right there
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