Lyrics:
TV, 'cause I hustle, baby
This rap shit is so easy
I'm gettin' what you get for a brick, to talk greasy (woo)
By any means, partner, I got to eat
at twenty-five, I can't afford it
Beef assorted like Godiva chocolates
Niggas you bought it, I pull the slide back and cock it
Plan aborted, you and your mans
Lyrics verse 1 and music: Jan S. Braathen (1970)
Lyrics verse 2 and 3: Hans F. Løken (2015)
I can remember you,
your eyes, your lips, your smile.
count the ways I've been a fool
I count em like
One, Two
I made you blue
Three, Four
Your heart is bleeding red out on the floor
Five, Six
Violets won't
I'LL SURROUND MYSELF WITH TWO OR THREE LADIES
BY THE END OF THE NIGHT THEY'LL BE CALLING ME BABY
I AIN'T GOIN' DOWN EARLY OR EASY
MIGHT BE WRONG BUT
imagine that now as I look back 'cause I got three kids of my own
And I respect what she went through to pay for food and clothes
And a home
'Cause it
finish
Ooh, he hoppin' out the bitch, I got it tinted (tinted)
Uh, I'm crackin' bad bitches 'til the crack of dawn
Two thousand on the feet, now I
Yeah, a-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah) (put 'em up)
Yeah, a-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
It's been three weeks since you were looking for
hope you make it, through the hard times, we can yours mine
It ain't over thug, God got a plan for you
Do your time, I pray your time get easy
words nigga duffel bags I just know it so well
I can't help but brag, old man got 10 mail man got 3
And just your luck the rap game got me hold up
Gargle beatas you stabbin' that heart or haul
It's the habit that scarred the nina
But I'm buzzin' shots by the dozen
Dare of the crew, Caribou Lou
for all my Gs
Quarterback in the streets
Throw a zip for three
Mr mC on the beats that
Still spin when I freeze
In the city by the sea, bitch
Feel
wanna hear that beat, right?
Two, two, three, four, hit it!
Yeah, yeah
Yeah,
Imma let the beat rock
Check it out, you know what I'm saying to you
and I seen God
Ain't gon' lie like it was easy, it's the truth, this shit been hard
I done finally got an award, yeah
Tired of this car, then switch
slobbin'
Sex as a weapon
Clothes that I slept in
Streets keep mobbin'
Thieves keep robbin'
Get two in your butt
Three to your noggin'
Creepin'
when you hug me
Took me to school the very first day
Gave me a piece of butterscotch / sent me on my way
I know it's frightening
I could tell by the pain
slang in vocals upper levels of realness
And it's 2Deep a country boy interact with elites
And talkin' biz a long way from where we react then delete
of fun, bit of bants, it was fucking mean
One two three think I'm going kinda crazy
Took a swig back of the James dean baby
Why is it so hard
When I fall
Glass Joe and Don Flamenco
I beat you in submission like my name was Dean Malenko
-I didn't know you were that good (3x)
-It's easy, just
screaming
(HO!)
Every time that my back is turned, somebody saying (HEY!)
When I'm up in the club, it's so easy to get a (HO!)
But I'd rather get a young
watch 'em in them hoods
I always thought living life was easy
Go to school, get a job, yo, it couldn't be me (be me)
So instead, I played my bed
My
chains round the neck
He ever seen her before, her face don't connect
No, so keep it on the low, go
Seizes her by the arm
Looks right into the eyes cause
The town where she was born
Like town where I was born
Was built by white settlers seeking gold and other treasures
Like me she feels
Ei a e pe din qe
Ondrrat e mija bro jan tu shku gjith my high and
I'm running in this **** bro
U know where i mean
Bang
Yeah
Ah
We killin all this
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