Lyrics:
those guitars through the night
Sing I'll Fly Away on Sundays teach our children wrong from right
BB Guns to Remingtons we grow into our rifles
We live by
They be flodging
They just make shit up, they just lying
But you love it, huh
I think I just pulled up in my Lambo truck
I think I just pulled up in
lived in the ghetto)...or the projects
But I wear my Tim boots and Hi-Tecs, and I wrecks havoc
And if you try to play me I won't have it
fouyan
And settle for crumbs and croutons
I'm out for armored bucks and armored trucks, with armed killers
Bitch niggas get swallowed by
[K] Yeah.. P-I-RE-X
[T] Yeahh, hahahaha
[K] cool Keith
[T] It's a brand new year, and we finally made it
[K] Tim Dog
[T] We finally made it
I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion
I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm
I’m able
Fuck fuck fuckin’ up checks on Rodeo
I’ma live my life if I lay out the yayo
Uh huh
It’s a rock and roll
Call call call me in the
I blow it by
here we go)
Yeah, drifting fast, fast, with a pole up
Yeah, hold up
You don't know a thing about me
Shawty know, yeah, she can't live without me
Yeah
We
I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion
I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm
on the whip, take a trip to see paradise
Come from a strip where it's lit, yeah the barrel life
Live low in the cab like I'm Pablo using the satellite
Bandits
bitch, you on, nigga)
Know that's the life we live, nigga
(Stay ready for whatever, yeah)
They caught up, they feelin' us
He got a soap sock, I got
Can I live?
Hell yeah but you still gon die
C'mon nigga you a thug
But I'm still gon cry
And you done learned off experience
I'm still gon ride
Can I live? Hell, yeah but you still gon' die
C'mon, nigga, you a thug but I'm still gon' cry
An' you done learned off experience, I'm still gon'
you live New York City
No better place in the world
Oh yeah now aren't you pretty
Gimme a cowboy any day of the week
Lucchese Boots tight Wrangler
traffic I Bogart (Bogart)
Had a dream of a Audemars and Rolex watch on both arms (both arms)
Couldn't choose, I don't live by the rules, so I bust down
V1:
Two 12's bumping in the back of the truck
Washed off the mud yeah we're dressing it up
Grill smoke soaking up our hometown gear
The chill in
Tell 'em this too shall pass
Down on my luck, I was fucked up
Pulled up on cuz in my Ram truck
This is where he live, Slap Trap house
Full
tweakin at the show yeah
Nigga talk hella cap put one in his dome go!
Bitch I stay by my lone
Made it now I'm never never going broke
Huh switch
Do this for
and I prayed for
Know I deserve it, that's word to y'all
Love all my fans and that's word to y'all
Twenty a verse, yeah, you heard the ball
Been
Pineiro(Smokepurpp)/Tim North
Music Executive: ICE/Ernest
Artists Collaboration: Ernest
Produced by: Brandon Leger
Mixed and Mastered by: Brandon Leger
Record Label: Frozen
girls get down on the floor, on the floor
Make them girls get down on the floor, on the floor
By the time I hit the door I saw hoes on the floor
this girl was bad!
Tight leather pants that fit like a drum
And two big - yeah well, she had some
Anyway from behind she was fine
But when she turned
cups now
Three kings on a mission, see we got it for cheap
You put us together, ****, the streets finna eat, yeah
I was standin' on the corner **** ****
Baby-by, baby
Have you ever had a dream so real
That you felt the life you live was fake
And everything that you've encountered
Was the upgrade
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