Lyrics:
and y'all ain't never hit my phone
Ion trust these bitches
I just fuck em then I'm Gone yeah netflix at the spot and is she gone by the morning
These
million just on taxes, somethin' light light
In hindsight, I was right all along, life of a don
Writin' songs, all those hooks were a fight to get on
You
knees hit the floor for blessings cause i need another one
Then I head to paper chase cause i need another one
Am controlled by some powers from above
and bounce
You know that I got that freak by the ounce
Take it from the bed to the floor to the couch
We be all over the house Not afraid to shut you down by
Know’ and ‘Pop The Trunk’
And I was gone, no turning back, Shady Records for life
By that time I’d picked up the pen and began to write
‘Kings Never Die’
to the one whey only get hit
I apologize fi all the time man call you a bitch
They were wrong could you forgive the negative
Usual use sex as sedative
My soul crying now like
How the hell did y'all break?
I let our flip push on
But we can't ever be straight
Fuck Michael and David, lame
They both
hood dogs sing songs of rejection and pain
If we get sunshine, it's followed up by rain
Like to lay your jig down and get a blessing of brains
My
doing it all by my self
Man, They got me on beast mode
I got em on sneak mode
I'm pressing her buttons
I'm down with the key strokes
Yo where did the hits
it seriously or you can think it's funny
By '87, I was on my own, started Dangerous Music
And I made the song "These are the tales, the freaky tales"
was me, Ant Banks and Shorty be
All we need to do is find my nigga PeeWee
We used to be on Murdel Street makin' funky songs
If you see him tell him
Sitting alone on my hotel
Looking in the mirror wondering, "Well,
After all this time you never thought you'd still be out on the road?"
Like
regret em'
Hit yo hoe and kick the bitch out, David Beckham
You gotta have fun with all these hoes don't stress em'
Fucking a overseas bitch yea that hoe
said he heard the angels singing, "Cabin on the Hill"
Through the springtime he was groaning
"The good times are past and gone"
By the summer she was
with you
But wrote this song just to show you that's it all for you
And this forever we gone hit em where it hurt got these niggas big mad cause you
pellets
I ain’t name my self bar god the people said It
All my stresses made me stretch I had to redirect It
Ain’t got one tat but the words I live by are
throat close
Haunted by the past - peace out, I'm goin' ghost
From Chiraq to Wisconsin
YUNG XAN$ mobbin' on the motherfuckin' block
And from Chiraq
payment I need it on time Gotta get mine by the end of this rhyme
And I came through no way and I standing in line
Some niggas hate at the drop of a dime
converter's runnin' low on torque
And that water pump's nearly down a quart
But we caught it all in time so you're in luck"
He said, "I've got the time
(This song right here)
Ooh
Young Mula baby
That's right
Happy music, happy people
Happy people
Everything is alright
Everything is alright,
happy
If I'm not mainstream
I don't expect this song to be a big hit
But I don't expect it to miss
And to all you people saying I'm a faker
All the people
out within my song
Cut me off so many times, cant wait to Tell mama, bae, we on
Love with your whole heart, I was taught by Renee Hall
Shed a tear
It'll cost more than 5 to hit on wut im smoking
This ain't your average smoking song
And you can tell by the smell of what we're smoking on
I was high
when time stopped.
Garcia does something that makes me forget about those car speakers forever. Garcia, a genius, grabs me by the arm and he walks me out
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