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She sold her soul some years ago
As the night is fallin'
Lights up in the sky
ain't the stars that are shining
Just dollars flying by
Cause
Verse One: Bigg Jus
Rugged like Rwanda don't wind up far or get chopped up
Quick to rush the spot like baby urine get mopped up
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Trying to find your way
When you're lost in your feelings
Searching for the healing
You need to get by
Just look to the sky
No need to rush, no need
sights
To keep her in my life
By all means, she can get ahead of herself
I'll already be there
I'll already be there to meet her
She's no traitor
I've wrote this lyric for you, all by myself
What makes you think I need you or anybody else?
But when you see me walking, just staring at my feet
na-na-na-na-na (da)
Sim Simma
Who got di keys to my Bimma?
Who am I? Di girls dem sugar
"How can I mek luv to ah fella in a rush?" Pass meh di keys to my
na-na-na-na-na (da)
Sim Simma
Who got di keys to my Bimma?
Who am I? Di girls dem sugar
"How can I mek luv to ah fella in a rush?" Pass meh di keys to my
spinning hectic
I quickly spread it, till the whole city's infected
Suspense that I supply intensify
Then commence as my daily events go by
You get
like you know the words
If you don't, here's the lyrics for you typical listeners
No mythical literature, original minister
Never been a preacher, but
yeah
I want to make it in the rap game
Name the price
I know I can't suffer more pain than Christ
My lines are always mean so they say I'm nice
My lyrics
with a couple of run ins with trouble
I was made to slaughter every lyric
That harbors my message no rebuttal
They stayed silent they don’t wanna
with a cricket bat
When I speed on tracks never leave 'em half
Adrenaline rush when I feed off lads
I'm a sick old rat that kills these cats
Try to bite
Yeah
Listening to music in the living room
I put a playlist on
And watched you rush to skip a song
Because it triggered you
Damn
Now these things
a programmer or an artist
It's all perspective
The way you see things
Sometimes my lyrics can get a little too
Introspective
Brewski sippin'
Late nights
So this is for everyone who gives support
Bigging up the lyrics the minute that I hit record
This is for the dumb cunts I never gave a fuck about
Tell
wouldn't feel no pain
Said it would be natural to nurse but
Felt like I was hit by a bus
Milk oh
Clogged oh
Where's my supply?
It's letdown getdown
So
“Artist:” Melzie,
“Song Title:”The Mood,
“Contributing Writer(s):” Vaaroy Professor Mnisi, Meleliwe Ketumetse Msipa,
“Publishing Company:” Beats by
“S & C” by Erin Gaffney - Lyrics
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(Ooh whoa oh whoa, ooh whoa)
(Ooh whoa oh whoa)
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moving brick by brick
Until I afford that new gyp
Until I afford that new whip
You see me cruising in Madrid
Where you been touching my hips
And I'll be
From The Rip Lyrics
Performed & Written by Smith Blaxk
Hit that bih one time
From when I'm in I cannot stop
Hoe don't rush me now
I'll take my time
of them niggas who gone get it by any means money
Wake up go get it go to sleep and then I dream money
If I go broke then that’s my ass then imma
constipation
Some rush to say i made it
But your catalog is looking like you wish you changed it
Greatness is made with patience
But who am I got no racks, just
Let's wake up in the afternoon
Pretend that we got nothing to do
No we don't have to go by any agenda
We can make up our own rules
I see the way
Now whether you come from yard or whether you come from London
Wanna hear this one on your radio station
Conscious lyrics have to reach number one
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