Lyrics:
the blues too
A couple hoes n boats too
I got a couple bands just chillin by the hamstring
Wake up in the mornin money by the bed stand
OG told me focus
a
Nigga know what nice is
I was 60 I have flow-itis
I like my weed green and my ho's dyke-ish
You know you like this
Young kid'll live by goldie advice's
blue ray
I run the town
Step out they like who's that
Lost in the gulag
Always buy me back
Feeling so sharp
Pinned in like a thumb tack
Dreaming
the microphone
I'm holdin', words I rip, egos I strip,
I make sucker crews kick Dick Van Dyke flips,
I get busy, they're dizzy, they start to collide they
out
Cause you know, they know what's up
So we start looking for the bitches with the big butts
Like her, but she keep crying
"I got a boyfriend",
feet
Doing a fucking drive by in a 10 speed
I hope you know that I would kill you for 10 gs
So keep clean
Don’t be Arousing the bounties
I ask, do you
As ek saans na my baby verlang
En dis ver van my blou oseaan
As die duisend myl blues my vang
Dan sing ek songs van die sterre en die maan
As ek
As ek saans na my baby verlang
En dis ver van my blou oseaan
As die duisend myl blues my vang
Sing ek songs van die sterre en die maan
As ek wens ek
As ek saans na my baby verlang
En dis ver van my blou oseaan
As die duisend myl blues my vang
Dan sing ek songs van die sterre en die maan
As ek
bitch not today
Move to make..tryna move 4 by 4 ok
Ion even sells pills but my nigga phill got plug
So bitch I’m sellin pills now
Feel like a scientist
, me and you
I wanna fly over my problems, sail right over tomorrow on the blue, me and you
At this time I feel alive, summers back and so am I
And life
shifting the gear, weird fear
Final level is near, scorching hot and it sears
Leveling up, disappear, I swear I wasn't here
Beethoven didn't hear, Van Gogh
could call me J Van Damme
All these so called guerrillas be tellin'
How a rat gon' give you "Thoughts of a Predicate Felon," motherfucker
Homey what
dislike
Just like Taike The Dyke
Don't even get me started about Devin
You wanna know who's better? 107
Friends with a fat guy like yo name is Kevin
So fat
ups
I stay insulated
Yeah just by my two cups
Protected by money
I copped me some shootas'
I call her my honey
Cause she like my blue bucks
Trust me I'm
from Paris city
I'm on the residence, so don't shit on me
Like cool G. rap I got the Ill Street Blues
You lose, you can rich them out of my shoes
Baby,
but you still ain't white
This for Laquan on sight, when you see Van Dyke
Tell him I don't bring a knife to a gunfight
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9,
Uh huh bo Jack
Where we at? Let's get it
Griselda
On Van Dyke with the bros
Pitchin' like Verlander
Over the Viking stove
Never been a stair glancer
candles
Aint granting no wishes
I ain't no genie
I'm djinn
The way I grew up
Was corrupted by sin
Broad day
Niggas getting aired out
He acting bold
So we
I got an old lady with a blue van, she does the best I think she can
'Cause every time I hit the road, she gets me to every gospel show
She's ain't
burn them trees all damn night
Pushing P's so damn fly
Got my D's from Van Dyke
OG told me that I should become the change, I was like bet!
Put my head
Safe tryna hustle 'round here think there's money to be made
You'll get robbed by somebody underage
We don't rock brands like Vans, only J's
We don't
in the night
One man band, shit I'm Dick Van Dyke
Thank all the people who feeding me pride
Shit I out-squat all the people who don't
My image ain't
the corner we split like a pie
talking bout jakes
The red and blue lights
My red it stack tall not afraid of no heights
Driving by myself better turn
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