Lyrics:
at the seams
Like a real feen
That Hunger hold me but they want fold me that's how I stayed lean
Peace talks die by the gun
Like neighbors lurkin
That logic put
in a brick (eeh)
Kick a bitch to the curb if she don't speak with manners (hee, hee)
My house sit alone behind gates by the manor (hee, hee)
My
You don't wanna see a tear drop from my eye
So you better just move homie and walk on by
Cuz I ain't got time, its hard staying alive
All you
cost you brick
I got to the bread with out hitting a lick
Imade it legit by taking them trips
You flexing the money I'm stacking the shit making it
Ride alone
Outlaw
Die alone
Outlaw
Sipping whiskey getting by
That's the way I live my life
I ain't coming down tonight
I'm an outlaw ride or die
star
But not the hollywood type
She backin it up
Im bussin the tunes
Shes sayin play maria by santana Because "her-name-is-my-name-too"
Her ass be so
Yeah, yeah that sho' feel good
Hello! I go by the name of simply Cee-Lo Green
How do you do? Welcome
I thought I'd seize this opportunity to tell you
cocked
A Santana rock
Little Gerv, Grandpa Jerry, Grandma Doc (thats my fam)
Uncle Carl, Uncle Ted, Uncle Steve, Uncle Bill,
Cousin Steve, Cousin Bill up
Hello?
You have a new message by Juelz Santana
Aight
Are you want to listen this?
Yeah
OK then,
1st message
Friday, 12:27 A.M.
know you cant expect everything from everybody
So get up get out and get somethin', that's what I did
Before I had the hammer cocked
A Santana rock
Lawton, AKA Deadshot
Flashback to Deadshot holding a phone
Next to him – and then a travelling shot
Of Gotham’s rooftops
Followed by Deadshot planting
Like coke, they want us to straight drop, but we rise (hands up)
We just trying to get by, they wanna see us broke,
But they wonÂ't, we on the grind
mustard tahoe
We like the musketeers, trained by cus d'amato
Just a model, a dozen hollows is tough to swallow
Watch sanford in son
I'm like the buzz in
a bitch, who we gotta
The shoes, Louie products, groupie blah blah
Santana, Zeek the Koofie popper
We the movie shotta
But it's really rude boys
krawatem chociaż na drodze Sahara
To nie „Havana Moon" Carlos Santana
Tylko od rana Łodź CO2 wdychane do płuc
Polska Centralna
Autobus spóźnia się już
it up, standards, bad bitch, standards
Suck dick, all day, love her, ManMan, man
Up that dope hoe
I got extra dope, by Santana hoe
Dropped a lot
the crib
And ask are you alone Killa
[Chorus]
We race foreign cars, custom models, drop top mustard Tahoe
We like the musketeers, trained by cus
stash (why) 'cause the cops act like I'm Lil' Cease
Crush on me, keep rollin by
Tryna to put the cuffs on my black ass literally
[Chorus - Freeway +
Hummers
Stackin' them chips and let them
Tricks get nothing from us
I'm wit' Kurupt, in LA, you know
My main homie readin' books by thugs
It's like Monster
[CHORUS]
Sons of rock, we go by the name of
Sons of rock, you go by the name of
Sons of rock, we go by the name of
Sons of rock, you go by the name
zostawia ślady
To co nas różni od całej gromady
Nasza ferajna przyrzeka zasady
Spoczywaj w pokoju fredo santana
Wjeżdżam na scenę z użyciem tarana
Rozwalam
Hands on that on that body
Baby I'm loving all that motion
Swerve on Ducati
In Santorini by the ocean
Wild like safari shorty get naughty wit
the stain
And I shoot everything I don't need no aim
I caught him walking by himself
Extendos yea they hanging out the window
Juelz Santana wear my hat, under
I might fight the whole team by myself, cause I'm a loner
I might pop a bean by myself, cause I give no fucks
I be in the raq, where it's no love
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