Lyrics:
Bad ideas finna get chopped
Fashionably late, late, late
Grind baby, skate, skate, skate
She wanna date, date, date
Caressed by the hands of the gods
when you cut the ties
Livin' life, Lance Armstrong at the finish line
Give it time, when we catch them cops on cam
I don't need six seconds, you
Let that sink in
This is marination of a whole generation
Now, we get to the ones I endorse
I skipped over a few that are bad
Because they're so damn
But I still miss you in that thong
Brothers are mad at me, I've never met 'em
So fuck 'em, it is what is it
If we're talkin' salaries, I'm out
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey,
What you know about that? [Repeat: x3]
Don't you know I got
Key by the three when I chirp shawty chirp back
Louis nap
that pain turned me to the man that I've become
Your best friend's idea I'm not even gonna front
She said this the end oh when've we begun
Yea its
Paid when I speak, Paid for a feat
Bird's eye view I'm on that sky line crew man I get high too
Skye is the limit I'ma pass right through
Call me Neil
the mountains bellow
I wanna fear to be no more than past
Take off the frames
Tear them all
Apart apart
O-a-a-a-ah
Александра
Александра 18:30
Who We Are
Get
made it work?
That shit was, I got harder two way alerts
You get toe-up and re-torn, by the walkin' bomb
That I blow up and re-form, grow up then
cinderella werewolf
I'm standing here spinning
All by myself
Where are you going?
I'm dancing with werewolves
Happens once every year
I feel so special
Not
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
games
We ain't budgin', neither are they, and we ain't sayin' no names
Shit just ain't the same, when the AK's get to sprayin'
(Hip hop is in a state
hope you love hearing this song
You could bump it in the car all day long
And I wish I was Louis Armstrong
Could even play a melody to you through
comin' with your shit raps
You man are get bitch-slapped, by some bitch that I bitch-slapped when I was high on a spliff
And a six pack, and a bitch back
Yah my head and arm strong but my heart is uh rock
Feel like Louis Armstrong playing family pop
Like guitars ima rock
Head bob when I rock
What's
discipline
When I experience pain
I know how to collect herbs
To draw them out
To draw the pain out
Nature is my pharmacist
Essential oils are my best friends
my eyelid
This shit get confidential, boy
I'm never speaking on what I did
End of the day, we ain't had no choice
I had to make it home to my kids
This
on business every time we try to get it up
(wooo)
I stand on business when we try to get it up (wooo)
And everytime I'm driving In a royce truck (wooo)
Every
bear no meat to me
People jack time like it's Louis V purses
Like they see you doing good
Deep down they be hurting
Like your ideas and works
Are not
using tongs
Wings from Bong Chong
The flannel from Hong Kong
The soul jazz
I'm the offspring of Louis
Armstrong
Dancing on the table like Frankie Lyman
can't get enough
(can't get enough!)
why slow down time..
when you'd rather pass it by?
why slow down time?
why even cry?
and now I'm dancing in
gone by the
Time that I get home when I wasn't looking
You had to use cheat codes
Cheat codes so bad scored
Goals from free throws
Before you take a step
they speaking on my sneakers then they foaming at the mouth
Say I did it for the borough how we looking how we looking
Ain't no dancing in that kitchen
could shine like diamond
Even when the tides are rough
We will always keep riding
Down to the Homestead
Ride through the ghetto
Reminds me of the days
I
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