Lyrics:
from outta here
Fill me up with some downers yea
I just met here today and she talkin exchanging vows and shit
I like em coming by the twos exchanging
wyłapię za przysłowiowy damski!
Nie kumasz mojej jazdy
Więc się nadal z tego śmiej
Nie jestem słodziutki niczym Rappin
4 Tay – Hej!
Tylko uliczna sława,
then run,
Tay don't wanna chase ya,
Bullets wait ta, replace ya,
Hit em with the shells of the 45,
Make em all duck, with the four-five buck,
Put em all
and got me locked away
That still ain't stoppin' shit, this rappin' shit, he might just make a wave
10-4, these bad hoes was just dubbin' me
Real snow,
Kodak don't do it
Tell my son that I love his ass
Tell 'em I can't wait to hug his ass
This for the niggas who got all that time
Now they tryna get
Clientele Kidd
Layin in the crib gettin' ill money, those who 8 hours get gig
Got rugby's on and 4/5ths
Attractin' them niggaz I go against, the money was his
gettin' ill money, those who 8 hours get gig
Got rugby's on and 4/5ths
Attractin' them niggaz I go against, the money was his
One nasty unit
a King, not a Captain
Do the most coolest rappin', talk smack I'll be gat'n
I'm the King Tee punk, and I don't talk junk
But I do smoke blunt, love
green...Here lizard lizard.
I like to smoke til my eyes look chinese.
Fuck a dime bag give me four OZs.
Do you smell the aroma.
I'm about to fall in
many innocent in it
Nobody know that cures cancer been made by the chemist
Nobody know the cost of a dollar worth less to em Kendrick
Nobody smart
whenever I feel bad, and you cheer me up whenever I am sad
How I love the things you do, for me and you
Sweet Joanna, can't you see
By the way I beg
sweet get you lined by a bitch
Nigga you sweet get you lined by a Bitch ugh
Rappin and trapping
This all i know
They say they love me
But the bitches be
run to every new thing under the sun
You be a jack of all trades and a master of none
Mood Swinging
La la la la la... eh oooo oo X4
Soon come
run to every new thing under the sun
You be a jack of all trades and a master of none
Mood Swinging
La la la la la... eh oooo oo X4
Soon come
baby ken dawg
From the westside four-o's got love for short and my
Homeboy j-ball from the seven four from that gang
And the homeboy tracy d from
by my hustle
And I put it all on the line every time
I came straight out the struggle
I been through the rain and
The pain and the mud
And I brushed
you ...............
Baby, I hold you once more
Baby, I'm dying for sweet love
Oh, it's a 21st love century
Don't you feel the energy
Baby, I miss you
nigga. Yeah Yeah
Hook:
Wah we tell dem? Broke Dem 1 by 1 , galang bwoy, broke dem 2 by 2, galang bwoy, broke dem 3 by 3, galang bwoy, broke dem 4 by 4
lifes a book,
Writing a chapter bout my life
turning the page about 4-5
Reading the chapter out'a my hate
Started rappin since I was eight
All
a dude look too long must mean he wants to get slumped
And if they party to close must mean they think that I'm sweet
Now led by pride cuz of previous
words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)
Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can't you
school tracks
Back before Oakland was on the map
Life is too short
That album slapped
Didn't skip a track
Or rappin 4 tay
That Playa from frisco
I remember
am blessed, when you're by my side
We all met in Frauenfeld, but I love our trips
Ecuador or the Islands, crying with the Chics Joe's Pizza hangover,
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
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Words sometimes
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