Lyrics:
turn to booze
I closed my business
It lasted a long time
But I started mine with three thousand dimes
Try that my man
It got worse with jail
Now I'm
turn to booze
I closed my business
It lasted a long time
But I started mine with three thousand dimes
Try that my man
It got worse with jail
Now I'm
songs to sing
And ask if I have anything of mine?
I've two or three
I'll all off key
My throat's all swollen from the sea
But no one minds
night a Domi Dionysus
Vampire gold fronts fangs shinin' like a diamond
Bite marks on thighs thotty sounding like she dying
Lying face down, ass up you
continue too
This is gold trophy rap
We just in a winning mood
Look, I was down bad, counted out, shitted on
Now they showing fake love when my shit is
my religion why don't you guess it
Chorus (4x)
This song was inspired by all you so-called saved motherfuckers out there
The ones that's backsliding
The average, the best, the epitome
Anyone who holds rank of an MC
Will be slurped like the drink through a straw
So get the punchline, I'm down by law
Two are's
'Stang
Rollin' with the top down chitty-chitty gang bang
Coke slinger, make the gat sing a
Song for the niggas who wanna fuck me in the game up
Who
the life of the trill?
Pigs and snitches get along 'cause they squeal
Chorus (2x)
3,2,1
<sounds of door closing in prison>
(Inmate)
South Park
talkin' bout some vans are passin' by this bitch
I don't need no laws knockin' my motherfuckin' door down, already said fuck 5-0
You know what I'm sayin',
personally transcend space all the time, shine like
Silhouettes, when they dancing in the limelight
In hindsight, your songs is nursery rhymes like Three
Where I wouldn't have to wait
I threw my money on the
Bar and shouted "Service, please!"
Two sexy girls got up
And three more went down to their knees!
Jerry Eze
Exactly three weeks ago and it's such a blessing to recount a great wonder of God three weeks ago while we were on our 7am morning prayers
to shove it down her lungs
Seen you out by the party chilling with friends
All your friends chasing me cause I'm after Benjamin's
New whip new bitch who dis
the tax man, or the crook
Either way I don’t play by the book
Making my own rules, to break doors
When you play in my band we trade 5’s not 4’s
the door
Like a broken Nintendo
I ain't playing no more
You keep your 3rd Eye closed
But I'm well awoke
By the way that he spoke
I could tell he don't know
fine
As I gain my worth within time
Line, where's my frame
Gallery, where's the fame
Untill it falls down
Forever, trapped
How can you deny
I am
I'm a Larry bird hittin these threes
Sittin in my 4 by 4, Castles closed
Use the back door, Sup Alfred, do my chores
Mop the floor with that shit you
At yo front door in all
Black like the Front Man
Three hoes in the room but this a one man
Every time I step in Somerset
I'm fucking up bands
Yo bitch
four of us
Dropped ""4 the Sport"", got picked up by the Warriors
Still haven't missed, might have Steph, have him benched
3's a cinch, need a 6 like EDM
Built like chess in all one piece
Strollin' down the strip, walkin' by Mandalay
Saw a man sculpted right, SOUL went on to say
Man by chance do you have
what you're told man choke on it
We be near heaven at a quarter to eleven
By three we are thinking of the love we lost
By four we be high,
Thinking
(Chorus)x3
Nigga, it's all about the drama
Packin' pistols when we ride
Mothafuckas about to die
It's about to be some shit!
(L-Burna)
I'm
MUSCLE MUSIC
(VERSE 1)
GOT A NEW BITCH YOU OLD NEWS,
4 PIPES 5 DOORS AND SOME BIG SHOES,
SHE GON LEAN WITH IT,
AND SHE GON ROLL WITH IT,
WHEN IT
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