Lyrics:
on the beach
Drop it on repeat
In a minute!
Talking on police
Throw your hands way up
In a minute
Get down get down on knees
Dumping on police in a pivot
Tell
Listen to me, get up off your knees
'Cause only the strong survive
Only the strong survive
Only the strong survive
Hey, you gotta be strong
You gotta hold
knees
And your life brought me back again
Found you in a river of pure emotion
I found you, my only truth
I found you and the music played
I was
enough
I come up to your job and handcuff your boss
Throw that nigga in the closet and turn the lights off
Then sit you up on the copy machine
Make
I rolled you up like my Rizla
Cut you up, with my sisters
You want to get us, yeah, the venom spitters
Your style's trash don't litter
You got
the asphalt
Drove off to the hills
Positioned him on his knees and blew the back off
Death with the lex ruger
Death to ya
Niggas cry when the bullets fly
the po'-po', I ain't afraid (yeah, yeah)
You can get yo' folks and yo' cousins and them
And try to run me off yo' blocka (uh-huh)
But I ain't scared, I ain't
the Sunday shoes
Please, Louise, pull me off of my knees
Jack, get back, come on before we crack
Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose
Footloose, kick off
right) (yeah, on go)
I can't hold myself for fallin' in love every time your rollin' (yeah)
I really shoulda known (go, go)
I get off them drugs
tongue I fire missiles when I breathe
I'll give you all one reason to leave me be, before I bring you to your knees
With great catastrophes, I cast off
a king
Play around if you want and get hammered, leave you on your dick
I come from Atlanta, the '80s and '90s but we were as real as it gets
And that's
laughin' at John Henry
They said," Your full of vinegar now but you bout' through!
We gonna get a steamdrill to do your share of drivin'
Then what's all
(Excuse me, sonny, do you know where I can find some booty?)
(Why your face so ugly?)
Hold up, bitch (hey)
Bad as hell and she thick (hold up)
To discover with dread that my head was as bald
As a novice's knees
I was dying of shame
'Til a gentleman came
An illustrious barber, Pirelli by name
He
all in my brain
Turn off the light and now all that remains
Fills me with doubt
And I'm shouting your name out loud
Why do you wanna put me through
pointing fingers off at your trial (damn)
My Rolls-Royce with my driver in it
Gettin' fucked up 'cause I ain't got to drive (yeah)
That Kendrick on them
weed, funk, ya don't need
Approachin' hoochies with a passion, been a long day
But I've been driven by attraction in a strong way
Your body is bangin',
So you're from Jacksonville
Kicking it like Buffalo Bill
Getting butt-fucked by your uncle Chuck
While your sister's on her knees waiting for your
between your knees
On a new broad, you still one to one
Every once and again I like havin' some fun
No disrespect intended but what's done is done
Women
I get a little weak sometimes
Teach me the way, night and day
Oh, I'm under pressure, man, I'm under pressure
Been tryna walk it out I keep ended
This is Egypt, Tunisia, Libya,
Hold your people down, snatch the crown then get rid of ya,
If you've been corrupting this dog pound, giddy up,
Bottom
got me going round and round and round and round
You can get me off my knees pretty please
It might be foolish
But I will be by your side, by your side
of vinegar now, but you about through
We gonna get a steam drill to do your share of drivin'
Then what's all them muscles gonna do? Huh, John Henry?
Gonna take
fall over
I dust myself off
And continue with ease
Nothing is ever as
Painful and shameful
When you are
Down on your knees
Crying out
To the ones who
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