Lyrics:
What an amazing time
What a family
How did the years go by?
Now it's only me
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
the bone structure out your face
Stick a potato on the head of my nine, it's deadly quiet
Leave a nigga redder than swine, you damn pig
The plan is to take
hear a drum that's beating
Struck by a phantom hand
A head full of confusion
Lost in the promised land
Ninety-nine
Nine nine nine nine nine
Nine
a (wiii)
E piti’k te Canado a
Kounya’k gangster k’ap pase dope nan bando a (clio) (clio) (clio)
Written By: Clifford Wendy Odige (Cliowen)
Mixing
fuckin around.
The posse's rollin tonight, nigga are you down?"
I grabbed my AK, my 16, and my baby Mac
Strapped on my vest, and threw the 9 in
Wasting my time
Resting my mind
But I'll never pine
For the sad days and the bad days
When we was workin' from nine to five
And if you don't
Dirty soda, Spike Lee, white girl, Ice T
Fully loaded AP, yeah
I just fucked your bitch in some Gucci flip flops
I just had some bitches and I
shit, niggas get hit, ay
Run when it spit, don't get hit by the AK
Take cover quick, niggas on that shit, ay
Come broad day they'll get at you with the AK
really fucking stupid!
Did you ever notice that? How many really stupid people you run into during the day?
Goddam there's a lot of stupid bastards
get red, and, oh, the night's so blue
And then I go and spoil it all
By saying somethin' stupid like, "I love you"
The time is right, your perfume
Ah, ye've gotta be joking, yr tekkin' the piss,
I'd have to be stupid to go on wi' this,
I wasn't born yesterday, or even last week,
It's someone
from Venus now
I'll get to them somehow
All I want to do is please you
Please myself by living my life too
And all the stupid things I do
Have
get red, and, oh, the night's so blue
And then I go and spoil it all
By saying somethin' stupid like, "I love you"
The time is right, your perfume
Chaos all the time
By default by design
Chaos all the time
By default by design
Don't believe your string of stooges
How are we so fucking stupid
[Chorus]
Well bitch niggaz get you of the grind, nigga grab the nine and
Well fake niggaz try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal then
Well if you
divided by walls
Oceans and latitudes
And longitude, longing to find out
Just what they're missing, whoa
They're lots of area codes
And nine digit
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten
Revelations come in twelve, I say it again
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven,
stupid pride
That's standin' in my way
Inside my loving eyes are open wide
Eyes of silver, on which I shall rely
Diamonds are forever, and gold can
a brand new bitch
Got nina by my side that's a brand new dick
AP bust down that's a brand new wrist
Get back, touchdown, bitch I feel like Mike Vick
So wet,
First at the gate post but the last one through
I hung around far too long for you
Left out the game, left out the deal
Stupid of me to be
falling in love
But now you're sucking on a door knob that I slammed in your face
Life's a cruel crushing bastard crime
But you're a stupid mutherfucker
Inch by inch, row by row
Gonna make this garden grow
Gonna mulch it deep and low
Gonna make it fertile ground
Inch by inch, row by row
Please bless
niggas that been poppin' all that big boy shit
Brand new AP on my wrist, know that's a big boy brick
Hundred rounds from out that chopper, this a big boy
(La-la-la, la-la-la)
(La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la)
A hopeless romantic all my life
Surrounded by couples all the time
I guess I should take it
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