Lyrics:
Niggas are in a state of emergency
The death side, mirror damage of where we are today
The life side a vision of where we need to go
So sign your
of this game I'm playin'
I go where dem palm trees swayin' oh oh oh
I'm runnin' it from my mansion
Run shit like tony montana
Cowboy sinatra cabana oh oh oh
without a plan
But that's what we do
We're all here (Let's go!)
Gotta make this party grow
Together we can make it blow
Right through the roof
side by side
Murders in the Rue Morgue
Someone call the gendarmes
Murders in the Rue Morgue
Run before the killers go free
There's some people
surprise
Catch 'em by surprise
Catch 'em by surprise
Let's go
Bounce to the beat, people hands up
Everybody in the place stand up
And jump it, shake
Goodbye Joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh
Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou
My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we
roads
I'm going up
Going over to Montana
You got yourself a trucker's atlas
You knew you were all hot
Maybe you'll go and blow a gasket
You
Goodbye, Joe, me gotta go, me-oh, my-oh
Me gotta go, pole the pirogue down the bayou
My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me-oh, my-oh
Son of a gun, we
do you wrong but then I go and do the same again
I don't know why, don't know why
Don't know why, don't know why, don't know why
We gotta learn
on a rainy day
I'll come running to your rescue
You gotta stand by me
There's a lot of love between us
And we should never let go, oh
Hmm, two people
Come on pretty baby won't you take me by the hand
I thought maybe that I could be your man
And for a while (unknown) we could go in style
Come
phase me
The Nets could go oh for eighty-two and I look at you like this shit gravy
Ball so hard, this shit weird
We ain't even 'pose to be here
Ball
from our spine.
We gotta keep on living, living on borrowed time:
Hallelujah time!
Yes, you can hear the children singing: hallelujah time!
As they
With all of the homies
They picked em up
By the Alameda bridge
And took his body to the closest French's
Last he asked
Wanna go to Joe's er no
shit
Let's go, esco bars nigga, like Nas nigga
The flow is Rakim with the Birdman cars nigga
Hold on I gotta take Birdman's call nigga
Stunna, what
to you
An incredible gentleman
He goes by the name Elijah Blake
Let's go
Laa, da da da dup da ah
Thought you love me before
I'm glad to kill it some more
shit
Let's go, esco bars nigga, like Nas nigga
The flow is Rakim with the Birdman cars nigga
Hold on I gotta take Birdman's call nigga
Stunna, what
Ayo, Trina! You ready?
Ayy, Nic'! Let's get 'em! Yeah
Light the blunt
This is for French Montana, Tory Lanez and friends
J. Harden, and you,
ready to go
He jumps in his pirogue headed down the bayou
He's got fishing lines strung across the Louisiana Rivers
Gotta catch a big fish for us
Yeah you know
I'm feeling myself right now, it's a new year
We about to do this, let's go
I feel like the king of my city, Tony Montana
Whole lotta
again? You're dropping out, my battery is low
Just so you know, we're going to a place nearby
Gotta go!"
Now two years gone, nothing's been won
I
French]
All traces of life
In our gats we carry
That's used to dress humanity
(It's a New Wave, Dig it!)
[In French]
This life is precious
It's
keep running by
I’m smoking my wax, I keep getting high!
I don’t bark, I steal money, dance
I don’t walk, nigga, we run this man!
Drop it to the floor,
tryna own me
Ya know I ride by my lonely, all eyes on me
You gon' die anyway
A real nigga pick his time to go, ya know we tell it from the soul
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