Lyrics:
head, woii
Killy Killy, Killy Killy
Pull up pon dem endz inna the Honda Stream
White line just ah beat up the laser beam
With the M16, it's ah page
of that
But that's what you expect when two opposites attract
Me and her walking two straight lines, my equal
Lead me to the answer, she more than a sign
more
Than enough dust for us to strand together as a rope for tug of war
Whoever didn't cross the line got to take a hot shower
Learned to never trip
on the money we go watch it like it's bounty
Excuse me fuck the DA fuck the judge
Last nigga sneak this had to fill him up with slugs
Took a trip up by the State
Raymond song paid 50 for that pussy power now that cannon gone
I see her plotting on the homie I just play along whole nigga hair line fading now days I
trip
but I was too busy dreaming
of all the headlines
all the lights
I was so busy waiting
for my time to shine
You can take me out
keep me up all
star studded every trip, but we act like it's nothin'
All these niggas bluffin', we the ones who really up on somethin'
Diamonds flooded
I put you in
them hard times
Anybody playing with me I'ma had to press lines
Tec-9s, I'ma have to flex mines
E's up, I'ma have to rep mines
King Lil G, I'ma see
The darkest little paradise
Shakin, pacin', I just need you
For you, I would cross the line
I would waste my time
I would lose my mind
They say she's
Trip bis in den Himmel ohne Rückticket (RIP)
Augen rot wie Kirchenfensterglas
Werd' noch irre, denke nach, schreibe Lyrics, wenn ich schlaf'
Schalt'
It was a good trip
But I gotta
Get back up to the
Land of iguana
Where the sky's red
And the cars fly
Way back home
Where the people
Have snake eyes
lanes we just switching at night
Lane lane switching lines we just living our life (that's right)
Yeah
You know we swangin'
You know we stay
me jewels like I got the swastika
Zi girls zi right, swear these girls getting thicker
Fuck pickup lines, they outdated my nigga
She rather be with
It was a good trip
But I gotta
Get back up to the
Land of iguana
Where the sky's red
And the cars fly
Way back home
Where the people
Have snake eyes
a line and you could mimic me
You want the same things stealing my identity
You like what I say, you like what you see
Oh no man, you got something to lose
all die Leute wollen keine Fotos machen
Nur weil du jetzt meinst du bist Fame
Ist ja gut, deine Lines sind Okay
Doch jeder Jugendliche weißt du bist
Schreiben
Musste mich entscheiden: Riskier' ich den Scheiß?
Mit mein' Zeilen zerreiß' ich am Mic die Meisten
Mit einer Line werd' ich's reißen, hab mein'
on the dotted line
No whisper can mistake Lil' Bubba, I hear yo evil
I see yo evil, I speak yo evil
No evil, a weeble wobble, a weeble wobble
Bobble, bobble in ya
People of the world wherever you be
Welcome to Cosmic University.
Where life is the journey and love is the trip
And the study of them will make
to wear draws
Everybody got their hands up
'cause I'm a bad boy
I throw live parties like Puff Daddy
Rome, true payer for real
I don't trip when
Lets take a trip inside of my thoughts
Will I persevere on the mic like sports?
Take me in stride, O.C.'s worth listening
Watch the tricks of a hoe
really big kids playing one big game
You begin to recite the rhymes
Then you hear a hard line and rewind for a foul time
The record is memorized, your
a line
Now you got her feeling fine
Take a twenty from her purse
Always remember: business first!
Tell her you love her every day
Beat her when she tries
on the line, I take it as a sign that something loud had to happen
New roads to be mapping
I'll give you light where you give light, I'll give you weight where
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