Lyrics:
dead incompetence
Minor threat inside is dead
Bad company we will not keep
state of affair has turned to death, despair
For the rest of your life
Zooming going hyper speed
The world is right in front of me
Gotta let it bleed
Bloody rubbish on the fucking seat
Bloody fucking rubbish yeah
Hell is
shit
Knowin I'm an out of town claim sets I'd had seen death for this shit
You might need a day and get ate tomorrow like leftovers and shit
Bitch
queens kere ailuzing emarket eh
Walk in the streets I don't give a shit as long as I got my own trumpet eh
Talking of streets I won't take a seat unless
take a seat, your life complete, forget about it all
One day when I am able, to custralia I will roam
To the land that makes me smile, the land I call my
(Fe fe fe fe fe fe ah)
(Le le le le le le ah)
I've been
Sitting waiting for inspiration
I'm in the same seat day after day my yeah parents are
know baby do you got my back
To nonchalant for you to lie just keep it uh stack
Got the best seat in the house baby sit on my lap
All you gotta say is
stick with ya in case them niggas outta pocket
I sat alone and prayed so many nights
White seats, white Rolls, I played so many nights
Hopped out with
me
Every time I step out the house, they wanna fight over me
Maybe 'cause I'm hot to death, and I'm so, so, so sexy
All the boys, all the silly
and the come up
I love my niggas to death, no cap (No cap)
These bitches they cap, us niggas trap (Us niggas trap)
I'm whippin the pot, I'm cooking ham
tastes so sweet
Death tastes so sweet
A one way ticket to paradise
Light us up like fireflies
Take a seat and watch us die
Welcome to the afterlife
ysl I'mma slimer
I'm chasing spiders, you don't wanna test me
Homie I'm a fighter five finger death punch down from the wire (uhh)
Came down from
feet
The daintiest satin on your jet seats
What a world to be upon
Guess it’s all ‘bout how you take it on
Can’t marvel at the light
‘Till you accept
Breath
Sickness
Silent witness
Welcome to the show
Take your seats in the front row
Let the fear and the blood flow
It's a high gear death blow (Silent
your seat
May be the only reason I'm alive right now
And it could be the death of me
May be the only reason I'm alive right now
The only thing that sets
to the death
We gonna make it to the top, just one more step
Get this money, it don't matter if it's cash or check
We gonna make it to the top, just one more
Better watch how you talk, better watch where you walk
On the streets of New York, that's how we get down
22's on the jeep, something deep in the seat
hearts
Got this on repeat
We're all off our seats
We dance for the stars
P to the I, I to the T
I see the future Becky to the G
I own companies,
on repeat, we're all off our seats
Reachin' for the stars (Oh oh)
P to the I, I to the T
I see the future, Becky to the G
I own companies, yeah, that's sweet
and S-P in and out, haul for the streets
Turn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats
Rock that shit, every corner, knock that shit
Niggas try
Just let me give you real street shit
To rap in yo' shit with
We clap yo' seat, we whyle this heat
Keep bouncin up and down these streets
So nod yo'
you real street shit,
To rap in yo' shit with
We clap yo' seat, we whyle this heat
Keep bouncin up and down these streets
So nod yo' head and
Break yo'
As I walk through the street
45 on my front, AK on my back seat
Smokin' your fat ass across the street
Then I ask myself "How do I survive?"
How can
body bleeding
Drowning in your seat (ah ah)
She's gonna love ya to death
She hands around the bar
And dressed to kill
If her perfume don't get 'em
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