Lyrics:
tailed by the feds again
They got me under close watch like Arizona Mexicans
Yeah I'm doing dirt if the police in the city can
No ID in the drivers seat
around the club all lost, like where is he girl?
He on the top of the charts, next to Beyonce
Right under Kanye, so let the Don spray
That's your girl?
sing this song 'til this day
My body is cold steel, for real
I was made to kill, that's why they keep me concealed
Under car seats, they sneak me in
sing this song 'til this day
My body is cold steel, for real
I was made to kill, that's why they keep me concealed
Under car seats, they sneak me in
not that hard to tell
My thoughts can be a little violent
Just tell me where to go
I'm under your control
I'll be there
I'll be there
I'll be there
lonely
It's so lonely lonely lonely lonely
It's so lonely
Ye yeah you can't get to the top
Without ever risking your armor
You'll never have full control
haters started to doubt me
I was once lost but I soul searched and found me
Working under pressure, taking control
I feel impatient at the red light
materials and infect us so that they can easily control us
Yes, these agents are supported by dictators and Iranian intelligence and people who kill people
Ok cool I can’t put no bitch up on no stool
And I can’t let no nigga play me fool
I cannot lay up and pillow talk
The police come you know a nigga
ninja stars on a kamikaze
I got Keith I got Toby
I got Steve I got Tony
I got so many police under my pay rollie
I got Johnny I got Freddy
I got Tommy I
their opposition says is it’s a few bad apples
What’s the difference ‘tween us, apples, and police?
The po-po control me, and apple’s is what I eat
Do I
Big Syke, Newt, Hank, Beugard, Big Sir
Y'all know how this shit go
All eyes on me
Motherfuckin' OG
Roll up in the club and shit, is that right?
Big Syke, Newt, Hank, Beugard, Big Sir
Y'all know how this shit go
All eyes on me
Motherfuckin' OG
Roll up in the club and shit, is that right?
Yeah, what up, I go by the name of divine
I got my boy Akon in the back
But before I bring him out, I want all the ladies
Come on, ok ok ok ok,
Yeah, what up, I go by the name of Divine, I got my boy Akon in the back
But before I bring him out, I want all the ladies
Come on, ok, ok, ok, ok,
Yeah, what up, I go by the name of Divine, I got my boy Akon in the back
But before I bring him out, I want all the ladies
Come on, ok ok ok ok,
Yeah, what up, I go by the name of Divine, I got my boy Akon in the back
But before I bring him out, I want all the ladies
Come on, ok ok ok ok,
Yeah, what up, I go by the name of Divine, I got my boy Akon in the back
But before I bring him out, I want all the ladies
Come on, ok ok ok ok,
will be provided with a copy of the tape and a form explaining what happens to the tapes. We're in an interview room at Newport Central police station,
fast like Bolt
(Verse 2)
Rasta inna police station
He is under lock up
They want to drug test him
But Rasta nuh pee inna cup
Get him a good lawyer
He
pushes against the barriers set up by the jazz police to try to see what will be going on. Hidden inside the egg is the Norwegian Radio Orchestra, all its
Cotton candy stuck in the sky like clouds
Accomplished by over two hundred people standing around
Blowing them into the air at the same time
I
of stolen checks
The snow, the white in Miami get crunk
When I see 'em in the club, they sniffin' up that stuff
Give you one G of white
Give me two G
I'mma catch his ass with the whole clip
I'mma beat they ass up like Ron Artest
Pussy nigga ran like a miss
I got your bitch up under water tryna kiss,
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