Lyrics:
booted off x can't relax
So fuck it, let's do it again
I want my blood and we boolin' again
Countin' blue strips like a mother fuckin' crip
I been stackin'
miss it
How that man went and sold fifty?
Not one blogger even noticed him
But they don't diss them, they just don't listen
Oh I get it, they don't
And you can get the fickity-finger, the middle
You little dizzy bitch, eatin' spaghetti again
Got a 6 o'clock craving, stop, get Ciroc
It's 'bout to be
and I know
I’ll never get you out of my head
It’s only you
It’s only you
Written by: Nicholas Benjamin Howell, Alexander Howell II, Jonathan Johnson
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
this shit
No doubt
Let's show these niggas how to take hold of this shit
That's what I'm talkin' about baby
For real baby
Let's get it on
I only
I'm always watching from the sky
Watching from the sky, seeing their careers go by
Or maybe they will never ever get one
They're not even old enough
on the streets, I was influenced early
If I take you on a date we gotta do it early
Y'all niggas running late, I get that paper early
Wake that ass up, go wash
[DMX]
Uhh (huh) yeah, it is what it is
Yah'mean? We untouchable baby
[Chorus: Syleena Johnson]
I keep my song in my soul
Blessed my heart and made
a motion sensor
No emotion hence I guess this sick prick dies hard
I got a Magic Johnson
It's like a Magic Wand allows me to not let a blonde arouse me
Brand new clothes I had to make sure that the Glock fit it
Brand new hoe she want the Johnson I can't rock wit it
Brand new stove my uncle got it
not even have a single bit of wit
She gets hit by a critical hit
In Super Smash Brothers Ultimate
I'm a fan of a dog named Gromit
I'm right before it
Dopamine81 nigga 730-64 nigga
Prince Johnson lives south shit nigga
Trying to get consumed
Rode my broom all the way here
I'm the warlock and I came
Intro:
Sometimes,
I get this feeling....
And I just can’t hold on,
So I,
I let it go,
I let it go,
Then I reload
Chorus:
We go Commando Rambo,
get turned to Klay by the Thompson I'm catching a body big 22 that's laid out beside me
I think they know I let it blow
I been the shit since Let You Go
It’s been a lil minute
Since I done been spittin
This shit, let’s get back to da business
Done heard him her, ya cousin ya sista
Keep sayin ya y’all
and his eyes bright blue
So called beef with you-know-who
Fuck it, he just let em kill all of our troops
Look at the bullshit we been through
Had our
to the CVS on roebuck parkway
Put it park
Hopped out the car
And then I had barfed
Felt a lil better
Get back in the car
Take it off park
Got stopped by
cheese
So let's talk about Swizz (Swiss)
No, let's not make up a whole bunch
Of lies to get by Cass'
No he didn't sign you over me
Let's not lie Cass'
When
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
It's walking to the battleground that always makes me cry
I've met so few folks in my time who weren't afraid to die
So called beef wit you know who
Fuck it he just let him kill all of our troops
Look at the bullshit we been through
Had the niggas sitting on top
a light
Let me step up in this motherf*** 'til I get it right
I need a light
Let me lean, make it bright, everything is dynamite
Bust a ***, tryna feel
did you get here
Under my skin?
I swore that I'd never let you back in
Should have known better
Than trying to let you go
'Cause here we go, go, go
need it they gone throw it to me
Put me in the game I'm goin in I'm scorin hella buckets (Let's get it)
Ok West see now you got me on my gangsta shit
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