Lyrics:
Young boys cop a DM
Real niggas no waste man
Real people over my Instagram
Frustrated by notifications
Gotta get it no patience
It's been a long time
me
I turn your bitch to a groupie, we 'bout to film us a movie
2 of the cup, and I'm buzzing
I take that shit by the 'tussin
Fuck on your bitch
on ceilings)
Man, y'all don't get it
If I had a dollar and we was at the store (we was at the store)
Folks get fifty
We was so close when we was dead broke
pica?"
tu me ore, toda vida
I kick it to her like a real thug should
bacardi limon, hydro in a black wood
my name is dot, you hot boo, how you do
like
oh, sunbeams like God from your face
Gold sugar
Hues bright when the salt is purer
Hold tight (hold tight)
Hold me to the Bunsen burner
And let
This blister has made a permanent stay
Upon the fingers plagued by a hand
A hand that couldn't bare to raise up, be seen
And speak like a man
forever changed...
It takes time
To let the old man die
Wave yourself goodbye and give your whole life away
The heart is deceitful
Desperately wicked
not go
Ape
Call it reverse evolution
A one man revolution
Call me anything you want to
You’re not gonna change what I do
I'm sick of playing it
Fortune teller
I don't care man for what it takes you
Keep my secret, don't fucking waste it
What you breath for is what reflects me
Nothing's
Thinking they're sinking my ship quit quick
All aboard!
From the state where they think we
All mate with our cousins
With no indoor plumbing
Moose by
For You (Lyrics)
Written by Flexbee ft Strategy
When you dey with me no fear
No shed that fuck'n tears
I cover you like this, (Cinderella oh)
Mama
If my time on earth was over,
Then the last thing I would do
Is to pray to God and just thank him
For blessing me with you
What you did for me
from me
Be forever the man I should be
Another dawn is yet to come
Carry on
The night has just begun
Troubled days have come and gone
How can I
see you don't recognize.
Is it a boy, who's searching,
Or an old man desperately lurching.
Chorus:
And our house has many rooms, but there's no room
you're 70
That's my pedigree
Hard work no jealousy, if an MC's ahead of me
I won't hate I'll better me
I got more 16's than a last year in secondary
I'm
the worse
Times are changing, I keep
I know my family is there for me
And without them where the hell would I be
But still I gotta try to be my own man
a teen,
can't believe what they're putting me in between.
Maybe one day it will all make sense,
a tight offense is still the best defense.
Don't even
I am the man from a human choke hold
I am the product of your restraint
I watched the years pass by me
Never once did I complain
Never once did
baby
And we'll name him Martinez.
They got caught by the cops when they got to Columbus,
"Kids, who is it that put you up to this?"
Frankie said
She's young and soft and kind
And she deserves a whole lot better
Than a guitar pickin' drifter
Who never gave a tinkers damn
But if lovin' me is
the hero I wanna be and keep it G
See the streets is me so the sneaks is key and my peeps with me
I don't wanna beg no more
Get stopped by the feds no more
your own plan
For what it's worth
I'm a man
I see all the pain
,Caused by destruction
You make it rain
All I see is the instruction
We know it in our
Ain’t no telling if they headed for hell
I ain’t kidding bitch
Folks be wicked like witches is
And my kin ain’t no different
Specially wrapped by
WITH COLD FIRE IN YOUR EYES, BURNING
BLACK HOLES IN THE SKY
YES, YOU WEAR A HEART OF STEEL, ALL
DRIVEN BY THIS FELLING THAT YOU FELL,
YOU FELL
I HEARD
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