Lyrics:
to make it baby
They are my boys, they are my boys, they are brothers by choice
Cause they are the boys, they are the boys, they have to make the choices
I
Baby yuh fi nuh mi want yuh
Don't do the boy yawa
Bae Bae
Baby your eyes
Make dem shake and fumble the other guys
Yh they lost in it
Till they
me
Juve and B.G. with me
Turk and Manny with me
The C-M-B with me
They lettin' loose
Nigga be bout cha issue get lost in gun smoke
Now I'm
wrestle with a lost soul (dead homies!)
Nigga broke the code-he/Cody gon' learn not to cross roads/Rhodes - Dusty!
I be where the buzz be, he lucky (dead
shorty
Wandering in the world and they lost in the darkness
Looking for anything to fill they heart with
Even when they not focus on things from above
I
lose, yeah
Ca$h or die, gotta choose, aye
Not a rockstar Jony I’m a Trop Star, yeah
I be drinking Fiji never sipping Wockhardt, yeah
And my shorty cold I
(808 to 314)
(we riding we cruising.)
Jer’rod Verse 1:
Boozing...down the H1 wit couple road sodas
Just cruising, something in the air got us
Okay, New York, New York
Skepta, Jme (Boy Better Know)
This is grime scene
Hold tight my mum still, big up mum
Yeah, listen
I want a 100% not fifty
the door (Fuck wit me)
Hey open the door (it’s H)
Eh (yah yah yah)
No no no I will not open the door
I don’t know why he keep asking for
Dummy smooth, I
Ahhhh Ouu Yeah, ouu, Devo Big Bands
Baby I want you
But I don't need you
I Ain't tryna' hold you back
I'm tryna' free you
Not tryna' slow you
Im
special to interrupt my paper stacking
I'm guessing that must be you judging by our interaction
I'm letting you know
You Are Not Alone like Michael Jackson
My stroke make a killing
No hugging no kissing
She know her position
dawg i know the rules
I go by a system
These h*** finessing
She a pro, not
Yo, What's up H-Town
This one's for you baby
Hey, Christ is King Homie
Let's go get it man
Krawlin slow down 610 man
And I can't see through this
I was slapped by the shut-out mouth
Let my put a curse to myself in the verse of the song
I will lost all my wealth I will no longer be strong
I don't
but they ain't scarring boy
Don't ya know you gotta be
S-M double O-T-H I'm smooth
I can't wait I'm bout to make the move
Please get out my way I'm
liquor for your tears, and all these lost years
[Hook - 2x]
[H.A.W.K.]
Now time has gone by, and the years have passed
Trying to block you out of my
Seeing you there my baby
Wandering if I'm going crazy
Find me when I'm just a boy
And now I've grown so old and tough
But I'm seeing you there my
the son of miss cita
Mom dukes, my jeter, she the reason, she the reason
Everybody woman wanna beat a boy diva, not even
There's a 305 diamond I wanted
I told ya fuckin' ass I be back
In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house kissin'
to think my friend's not wandering for once he isn't lost
And not bound and chained to tread throughout all eternity
Anxious for dreams that we're back
beat
Keep pushing
Written by TRAMAYNE Tman Hudson
Produced by 6ix
Let’s go baby
The world is yours kids
Be good human beings
the fire from the skies
You can tell he's doing well by the look in human eyes
Better not compromise, it won't be easy
666 is no longer alone
He's
the fire from the skies
You can tell he's doing well by the look in human eyes
Better not compromise, it won't be easy
666 is no longer alone
He's
the fire from the skies
You can tell he's doing well by the look in human eyes
Better not compromise, it won't be easy
666 is no longer alone
He's
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