Lyrics:
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Lord by my side you'll see
I'll Cleveland Brown this beat but I'm still a family guy like Pete
Lean and bop when I step on street
Nike boy just
look like tens
Pulling up in an all black Benz
Bet you never thought I’d leave Low-key
Never thought I’d be that somebody
Doing all the things that
They judge me but don't me
Ion fuck w y'all I'm low key
Imma do it all by my lonely
She told me she think imma blessin
I'm fly she like how I'm
flip the crack
And I'm quick to click and spit the gat
I be dipped in black
Sip the Coke mixed with Jack - Calico, clip to match
Like: where them cats
gas & instrumentals yeah this shit came off the temple
No it wasn't accidental I had no pad no pencil
While I'm sitting by the water she toppin' me off
its only one of me
If you aint for me move around and leave your damn key
If things aint going the way it seem that's what its gone be
My problems flow
The Merriest Christmas
Mae Elizabeth Overstreet /John Douglas Jr.Covert
Key of C Major
We wish you the Merriest Christmas of all
As snow
Buck down
Squad pretty hittas, ride sim simma
Ride low key in a all black bimma
Y'all know Keysh ain't lookin' for no beef
Mans in the street tryna
blue by tonight
Beaded noose round the neck kinda tight
They be like
How you lonely in a room full of god
He don't answer and my thoughts getting
on being a lap dancer
Yeah, you’re not ready, you black Somalian
You’re not ready
Don’t even open your mouth blud
Before you say something stupid and
You get
KING PALUTA - GANGSTA
Prod. by Qhola beatz | Mixed by King Paluta
INTRO
I am King Paluta.
Gangsta! Gangsta! Gangsta!
Awch!
HOOK
Waddup
Sometimes at night
The black sky shines so bright
Bring more light then the sunniest days
Don't you feel that spirit?
Dont you feel that spirit?
you're walking through the rain
Still I maintain
The top can get so lonely
The top can get so lonely
But it's better than the bottom
You told me
PAPER
Nobody does me better
Nobody instrumental by Robin Wesley
Nobody can do me better
Than All My Paper
Nobody can do me better
Than All
my home
I put the chrome to my dome when I'm all alone
By my lonely, I'm gonna join my dead homie
No hope, and I can't cope with the mental stress
yaeh
Disrespect anyone of my bros again
Fling on my black track clothes again
Make sure you die slow again
And I'm finished, yo yo
Like Arma said, it's
ass locked up and there's no key
Can't act tough, bitch it's not lowkey
Bet yo dumbass feelin really fuckin lonely
The boys back to rap fast and contract
No cap, I backtrack and contrast
Out of luck, you crossed paths with black cats
Scratch that. I'll think back
Uh, yeah, yuh (Yuh, uh)
Uh, yeah, what, what, what
(That boy Cassius) huh, yuh, yeah, yeah
(Mu-Mu-Mu-Mu-Murda) yuh (Yuh)
Look into my eyes, I got
Stop the bus
I want to be lonely
When seconds pass slowly
And years go flying by
You gotta stop the bus
We get off here
Enough's enough
the whips and switch the cribs up
Get my dick sucked by mermaids
Black shades, Hermès
The whole last winter I went through a fur phase
Yeah, that summer
the girls my room key
Money can't buy you love, so I don't pay for no pussy
I don't pay these haters no mind, so fuckin' call me cheap
I grab life by
I'm just tryin to get mine you best get yours so what you hatin for
Verse 1: Master P
Pop the lock on the benz with the keys
To high to see his
Uh huh
Uh huh
Whoo
Yeah, yeah, let's get it
Fuck you
cy, yeah
What up my niggas and niggettes
If you ain't know by now, yeah I been next
Gained
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