Lyrics:
tighter than a
Nun bitch ass aye I don't mean to be brash
These young chicks mistaking men that practice being mature
For being sensitive Im like yo, will
On the ground was a bottle of snapple, I broke the bottle in his fucking
Adam's apple
As he fell his partner called for backup well, I had the shotgun
too much by myself
Can't control my health
It's for the fame and the power
Ain't all by myself
Got the chains, got the watch
Got the Henny in a bath
She said she heaven sent and now I do believe ya (Like an Angel)
Real love how much do it cost (No for real)
I put all my money in and now I feel lost
to wonder
Should I produce or should I tour this summer
Well just that second I heard stay where you are
Before I could stop I was hit by a cop car
rarely had it like that
I spit flame to maintain the name
Double A remember that
Amp Adams
I came in this thang bangin'
Slangin' anthems from the trunk
and so are all of us
I will never stop listening, whether on a plane or on a bus
So in conclusion, thank you Adam Young
For everything you've ever done,
loves me, so when I ain't around they ask for me
I buckle up to kick rap like a crash dummy
For the fast money, I get up in that ass money
The fact you
We're all stoned or pacified
While the boogeymen organize
Their multilevel schemes?
Under-qualified for love
Overqualified for life
Sticking our
not no fucking Luke Bryan
Hitting backroads, her feet up on the dash
And she looked real good in a cowboy hat
Long legs, blonde hair, she been kissed by
creation
For the lord is good his love endures forever
The gospel will forever be the greatest love story ever
For as in Adam all died, even so in Christ all
Step over bodies, reload the shottie
There's no more parties tsunami, tell me
"The hottest poppin' in all the genres"
Adam hated in conversations
though I had them all on a key like a flight risk
Singing Bryan McKnight, Bryan
I took my walls had them working for me
Saying to guard your life, guard it
the love i see paradise in ya eyes
Yeeh
Paradise in your eye ha
Baby
Baby
Time dey wait nobody
Body
All my life I'm living
For you
Titi laye laye baby yeeh
pay for it
I was selling lean weed what you need i get it all
Ran outta 30's we had to press that shit with fentanyl
Swipe or the punches my pieces hit
free
Hatch another tale for you to sell
Story's getting stale, we know the smell
You like 'em in submission
But all you give is ammunition
You
I went for a walk in my old downtown
To the top of the hill and I turned around
Train yard's not what it used to be
The station's still standing by
to patch fast
I lost Marshall to an enemy, this situation's bad
We just wanted riches, didn't keep them when we clashed
Adam's gone too, yeah, I'm losing all
he'd look away and try to act polite
And hate himself for wanting her at night
Peggy Sue, she didn't know what to do, except that standing by her man
Adam, you're my Eve, we in the Garden of Eden
How the fuck you claim you love someone when you don't know the real meanin'?
You always listen to your
I love to count the seconds
Every time that i'm around
Smell that
Ford Tuscan leather
If you practice
What you preach
Than there's no need
For you
love
En die money die ik maak die covert niks up
'K zei die money die ik maak die covert niks up
(No love) landing in Bogota for my godson
Thiago
flyin’
Down this freeway of love
All night long
An indication for the right side
Step out
In the overtaking lane on the outside
Sideways
In the overtaking
to lactose
Some would say that all of it's
An act though
But if all the world's a stage, then love is real
That's ipso facto
I don't really know what "ipso
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