Lyrics:
body body marked up
Body body marked up
Like the subway the subway the subway and whole
I'm so gangsta wit it
Black rag gangsta fitted
Tattooed
Rag doll, fall down, make a meal of me
I am the sand, you are the sea
You are all of me, you drown me
I cannot breathe, I cannot breathe
Sometimes
balancés par le rag
Ça m'faisait un effet vague
On se ramène les cheveux vers l'avant, en les lavant
Pour que tout soit un peu comme avant
Là
ain't ever pulled out 100 on the dash
No, no
I go Harrods, and spend thousands on my swag
Louis hat, Louis bag, Louis rag
Woah, Woah
Girl, I came
I'm a dusty old pickup truck
Boots all scuffed up
Drinking cold beer in a neon bar
She's a rag top Lexus all shined up
A diamond in the rough
Look at the deal like, "Which one I'ma sign?"
I'ma not fuck around wasting my time
Gucci du-rag flex (flex!)
Pull up in the Beamer jet
I pull up
still hand it to him but I never changed
I just left the party and them fifty bags
A bottle of old crow and bargain rag
Took five or six years 'til I
Haus, über Flügel rag hinaus
Demonstrier' uns deine Macht mit deinem Zaster, deiner Pracht
Sei der Made gleich im Speck, schnapp dir stehts das größte
Yeah
Frequent flyer, miles got my demons playin' catch-up
Only nigga in first class, du-rag matchin' my leather
Pride matchin' my get-up
ACW my
grooving
Gasoline in a Coke bottle
You get all pissed 'cause we turned up the throttle
Plug it up with a gas checked rag
I don't run away 'cause I'd
gonna rock around the clock tonight
Put your glad rags on and join me, hon'
We'll have some fun when the clock strikes one
We're gonna rock around
Shell toes, PS2 and Grand Theft codes
New class think they street because they wearing du-rags
Too bad they couldn't clip my wings before I flew past
bed
I was thinking on something my father had said
He said, "You're better off, off of the main drag"
With my well-worn body wrenched like a rag
they won't stay
For too long now
This could be all that we know
Of love and all
Well you were a dancer and I was a rag
The song in my head, well
64 chromed up with the rag top roof
We can ride girl I got the loot
I got it covered Ma chill and sip this 100 proof
I got the Gin & Juice I get high
There's a road I'd like to tell you about, lives in my home town
Lake Shore Drive the road is called and it'll take you up or down
From rags on up
the judge look just like motherfucka' that put our ass on the boat and made me a nigga
Mama Rag is a nigga
Durag is a nigga
Ballistics is a nigga
Who's the most self-conscious?
Lately I've been lookin' at tags less
Never leavin' storefronts bagless
Designer rags and conversations with
silent
Waiting, wait for what's ahead
These tattered rags will be shed
We're waiting for a better day
The shadows gone, all things pass away
cooling down my back
And a kangaroo pouch to hold my diamonds and rags
I sewed a bunch of rats to a quilt
All this fur got me feeling like Cruella de Vil
miada
Swing the katana like a highlander
Rag top on a tan phantom
A bad bitch like the phantasm
Apc denim saggin' off my ass
So hard I fall and hit
And man kept sending for the invisible man
Brand new tracksuit, all in black
Man don't wanna see me going on rags
Everybody knows that I, I
Turn into
The room melts away in a velvet and relevance
Your voice offers no choice but abandon
And I'm rag doll and glad and I'm ten men in love again
So don't
tight now you're hangin' on
Midnight 'til your fear has gone
Hijack you are almost there
Your life ain't a rag & bone
Don't slip on a steppin' stone
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