Lyrics:
with a deathly eye The stars looked down to watch a child die But as the horse reared up to crush his tiny bones Its heart grew cold, cold as river
3 months in, and we've stayed between the righteous cones.
Jesus Christ be the Lord of our Love ones.
No one's home and she needs company for
Yeah yeah one time (Uh Oh) your right Baby D be checking in
by A-T-L (Uh Oh)
With my home boy, Bone Crusher
(Uh Oh) and a my homie Dru,
two, oh c'mon
of senior year!
And, uh, I look around at these kids that I've known all my life and I ask myself
What happened?
Freak! Slut! Burnout! Bug-eyes! Poser!
of senior year!
And, uh, I look around at these kids that I've known all my life and I ask myself
What happened?
Freak! Slut! Burnout! Bug-eyes! Poser!
shit was cool
Dipping dudes, go by a set of different rules
We obviously ain't got shit to lose, boys in the hood
I got the old 3 sitting on my neck
bone three
Met them hoes at the club now lets get them to the villa
Just watch out for paparazzi cause she fucking with some winners
She like damn this
dead, so now you got ta deal wit' me
and ain't no need to make no part two, three or fo'
'cause i'm gon' kill 'em all in that first episode
slit 'em open
and bones
and keep it low
watch what you say up on the microphone
shhhhh bequiet
touch down and get yo bitch just like a bunch of cloans
hey ma we strech
that's green
Hold on, gotta link this fiend
So it's 3, straight cash, no ticks on me
And my nigga jumped out and slapped it with
A lean and he hit one man
it's
The David magic wrist getting money
You bitches can't see me like my mother home
She's bitching her dog is
Back with another bone
Hollar for
love fuckin' freaky hoes
Hit her on camera
Told that bitch to do a freaky pose
Dawg touched me and got fired on by Micke
Doggy bone pieces ain't hittin'
I thought I’d be somewhere else by now
But I’m not
I’m still right here
And I’ve got a twirling fit of things to do
But nothing’s getting done
And I
full
DNA, I'm solo (so low) yet so high
Time go by so slow when I'm in the zone, yes
Throw that fuckin dog a bone, bless
I think it's time to get stoned
still got white
Alan Carr
You’re which gang? Give a fuck who you are
Milli views but I don't feel like a star
My songs what they pump in the car
These
dudes
The whole thought puzzles me I'm just glad they do
They got they own loot unlike these upside down 3 or 4s
Silly rabbit tricks give up all they
[Oracle]
Ey Yo I'm slippin down a dark hole touchin my soul
Think I'm rushin to the stars flash forward to zones
Can't move a single bone so I let
might get a nigga spanked if he kiss and tell
I had P's and EDs waiting by the mail
Ain't have to do nothing, these pills gon' sell they self
Ain't
real niggaz gon speak (wipe me down)
Jiggalatin I been rollin bout a week
you can tell i got cake by the diamonds on my teeth (wipe me down)
Black shades
got holes in his shoes and his jeans are hella dirty
Smile on his face with a wealth not worldly
With a style and a grace that got all these heads
It took forty days and forty nights
To get myself feeling right
The desert in my head was dry as a bone
I followed breadcrumb trails
Blue morning Blue morning
Wrapped in strands of fist and bone
Curiosity, Kitten, doesn't have to mean you're on your own
Your can look outside your
paint, I ain't a chauvanist,
I like taking long walks by the beach and tasting clouds outside of my reach
As I walk amongst you, you don't need to know
your chest, yes
[Chorus 2x]
[Verse 3]
Many gorgeous ladies on these Diego streets
Hey pretty Mexi come an kiss me, come an roll mami
Cause I'm
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