Lyrics:
lounge
My nigga we scheming you won't see 'em out
He talking hot shit the choppa melt 'em down
Too many shots let off he couldn't turn around
Tell em free
closed in
I tried to turn the lights on
But the lights seem to be broken
Hello, welcome to my house
You think my house is creepy?
It is indeed, the walls
ice cream and turn you into sherbert
I got flow I'm like "Sure" but, if it's about dough I'm like "Sure 'nuff"
I'm from the bird bunch, Birdman Jr you
There'll be no running from you wicked lives now (No not now)
It's time to pain for what we've all been without (It's time to pay out)
[Verse 1]
Crawling
Now i want a Lemborh
Got no time for jokes
Sippin that lean and that weed up on me dawg my eyes wanna close
You fuck with the gang we gon take out em
Tell me how you wanna feel, Mr. Magic, baby girl, I'm tryna cop a feel
Blow your back out in my pants and mine feel
Let your guard down, let my sword
fearless
Well turn around & shake that villainous
Its fuckin gold
Sweetie you look like I gotta get my game up
Its smino juptr vibes you bout to funk my day
broke, boy
You better stop
And if the credit DC, I bet the debit pop
Bitch, I'm really in my bag
Got the secret recipe, I feel like Mr krabs
Throw
get me hype man
Need a hype man but that's it I don't like friends
Watching friends dm your size finesse you out a band
Been the band shit a mystery
niggas who want beef until I turn up the fire and put his ass to the heat
Let it sizzle out so you can watch me while I eat
It's embarrassing to watch
health
You see that I've been winning so you sat me on the shelf
But hear me out
I'm going to make sure you remember me
You gone run and tell all your
a Nike air
High grade send brain in a air
Fuck with the link we you turn your worst nightmare
Different league nuh compare
When you see the ratty gang
out, bring the brass out
I go Coltrane with my sax out
Let's go Soul Train, let's go black out
Turn that bass up, let's go max out
Bring the drums out
Go on now, go, walk out the door
Just turn around now
'cause you're not welcome anymore
Weren't you the one who tried
To hurt me with goodbye?
Did you
herbs
So blau, blaum, blaw black and it just don't stop
Fresh, lush black, slick
Right off the block, fat
No doubt we turns it out
'Cause we
Keep black
on
Take me out the dark
You the one who do it better
Left jab right hook
Imma kick it up
Put em in a sweater
Only you can take me higher
Turn the lights
Time to get wild
Time to defile
Turn up the dial
'Cause you know it's vile
Time to get wild
Time to defile
Turn up the dial
'Cause you know it's vile
is for my people that gave up on the turn up. People
Fightin’ hard to stay awake till the sun comes up
Getting worn out by that energetic blitz, till
attain
All because it didn’t happen how you mapped it out
But that comes with the Territory you marked when you’ve chosen to live and die by the pen
They
your jaw
Hey
Mr. Ball expressed nail polish was for girls
Confessed it right in front of the class
So he stood by the fence as the clouds threw up
Dreams of you, dreams of you
Are so fine, so fine, baby
Since I woke up
So is my state of mind
Since we've been apart, baby
God has healed my
disease
You took the bad ones, and you turned 'em into sad ones
Bitch you dumb too, fuckin' with the last ones
You's a crazy nigga goin' in and out
all you gotta do is say so
That's how I get down
(Get down, get down)
Put you in a crib, ice you out
Buy you whips at your disposal
That's how I
worked out
Had nobody who could help
So then in the end it turned out
That I had to do it
By myself
That's the game of rags to riches
Dogs
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