Lyrics:
it wasn't on
And by the time you got my letter I was long gone
Back on the road, gone with the wind blows
Packin' the shows, hoes and the nymphos
equipped wit' much ding-a-ling."
Knock on the door; I'm on the scene of things
Busted in, Henny bottle to the face!
Fuck it then; feel like my head
out now!
Yo! 7,6,5,4,3,2,1
I'm on the microphone, got you hot like the sun
So a 1,2,3 now I'm waiting on the 4
Kick down the door and turn it up
musta,
You know baby I think I musta,
You know I think I musta,
I musta got lost!!!!!!!
1?2?.3?
(Sung)
Never thought about tomorrow
Seemed
three
Centimeters outward past where
Her eyes end her eyelashes are even and
Delicate, like wisps from a dandelion
And I can't recall if I've ever seen
walk up you
Can see the shotgun spit
Ferrari roof go down, Lam doors go up
I got big boy toys, when you gon' grow up?
Nigga knick knack pattywack
Give
got some Hitta's by my side always down for a ride
That's three sixty five I could hit you with the Three piece
Yeah, You don't wanna repeat
Cuz I
Running alone, trapped in this world
Not your own, not your home
Pushed down in the dust, left by fate to rust
Feel the pull of the stars from
yourself, and you're set
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way flip hair
Ooh, there ain't no other way
Baby, I was born this way!
Baby, I was born
me
I ain’t dej but I want em to try me
Never hiding so you don’t gotta Find me
Niggas snakes all these niggas be Slimey
Roll on the track like I
(I'm Hot) Open the door, feel the breeze
And park that ass like Aj's and Free's
But this section's E's behind the rope
If your not with me freeze
burst
That I need to better rehearsed
To better practice to better manage
Like it's to your advantage, to put me down
I guess you're not powerful enough
up two doors up
Huh
Fuck you don't like me, ya namsayin, what it is?
What? You want smoke or sum bitch?!
Thank God, I got my own now
Feel that
the doors
You want to try to match my whits with yours
Three hits, I hit you, you hit the floor
This track is the third hit, that's for sure
Beat thick
you like a diss track, baby
I, I love you like a diss track, baby
I, I love you like a diss track, baby
cnd by the way you smell like
posted by my door
I'm from Da No
Yeah I stay Polo to the floor
Ooh, my money long, I cut my homies short
From Golden Acres, what it is
It really ain't i
you in stand by
Damn GOD damn GOD damn
King Bison
I just went ahead and
Said his name in vain
Hail to Mary man
I'm praying to the Saints
GOD forgive me
And a lot less than adolescence
But now I'm just rather guessing that at least
You three should feel pleased and glad
That you had these added lessons
track off-the-rack kind of a track
You forced to rap, remember that? It's that
You know where I'm at, there go the gat
Pass me a bat,
(uh)
No substance, just small talk
Now why you're feelin' on that girl's behind
You got a sleazy, one track mind
Workin' your back until you think
(uh)
No substance, just small talk
Now why you're feelin' on that girl's behind
You got a sleazy, one track mind
Workin' your back until you think
Brendan Gilman
Track 2. One More Night
I told you goodnight
But you said goodbye
The moment that you said that
Is the moment that I died
Waiting
stars
You hoes gotta feel a down ass fuckin G
I represent that Three, that nigga M-o-e
I came through bangin screwed up in my hoo-doo
You know Im comin
don't stand down to no man
Cuz alla them need oxygen to breathe
U gon feel the power of my hand
If I strike u believe imma make u bleed
I'm gon make you
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