Lyrics:
Automatic, Systematic
Do what you do playa
Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)
In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)
Do
livin by a lawless rep
With all due respect
Make this ya next song request now lets go
I just want to
Sit back and blow my Mary Jane
Feelin alright
life
Like love, it ain't no way no one can rise above what's real
That's why I'm feelin' like you're makin' me bugged
I puff a L on fifty deuce while
When I shoot, I'ma score like a Michael Beasley
You gon' pay what you owe, we ain't giving no freebies
Bro got that water, ain't talking my Fiji
I'ma
niggas flyin' me weed in by helicopter
You look sad when I pass in this toy Benz
You gon' be real mad when I bag ya boyfriend
Down
The paint is peelin?
you're in my life
Like love, it ain't no way no one can rise above what's real
That's why I'm feelin' like you're makin' me bugged
I puff a L on fifty
motherfuckers who supposed to be killin' me
Peelin' me, and ya niggas ain't feelin me
Bad news, seem to travel fast
When you on the mask, and all about'cha
to dial -
Her number but knowin it's been awhile it's hard to link
I figure what she probly think and soon start to drink
Fightin the feelin I'm
performin' aerial movement
Thoughts linger, distinctively as if parachuting
Whisper police and be quickly seen by a pair of shooters
Stare or prove it,
b-boys, dem dere and we in here
Yeah, ya know, from the Southside of Chicago
And we don't front
Who me? I am Twilite Tone
Babylon dread, Bumstead,
shoulders but I roll back ya boulders
Words have a funny way of comin back to scold ya
Watch what come out of your mouth, you crack a molar
I tried to told
Don't you think a what can be
Homeboy he a bug-a boo
You just a lil nut to me
Sold ya like a crush decree
Awesome paint job on my benz
Smoke gray on them
Get out yo Feelins
Written by: Diondria Thornton, Christopher Thornton, Ichiro Suezawa
Music Produced by: Ichiro Suezewa
V.1
I'm superman
fresh
allegiance
Cause the way you love me I could never leave ya, I need ya
(All I need is you)
By my side, thick and thin
Highs and lows, don't let go
We
Let me tell you what I like
You goin' on an breakin' me off by the end of the night
You can ride with me
Cause I like ya simmon's jeans
Ain't tryin'
see?)
You can test it out ma, tell me what you see
Order what you want, hell yeah it’s on me
Don’t it tell ya i’m good?
(What that tell ya?) I’m good
You don't want it with me
I'm kinda sick and psycho grab ya feelin' like a Michael
Push it you'll see what I'm talking 'bout
You don't want it with
you and me
I can't sleep at night I toss and turn and turn
Lookin' for ya' dreams of you by my side, I'm talking to ya
What's this
what's this
I
need him
And I ain't tryin to gas ya up, I just call em how I see em
You know it makes me unhappy (what's that)
When brothas make babies, and leave
rappers, ass backwards, tryna go toe to toe
We laugh at ya, staff strapped up on top the totem pole to blast at ya
Bassmasters, look how they tote a pole
the villian, keep niggaz feelin
My trigger finger enhancin peelin
your dome piece with the chrome piece fat
I'll fuck around, black, catch a Mac to ya back
of dicks
It don't matter what you do or say
'Cause bitch you can't change my feelin's no way
I've been across the whole U.S.A.
Same ol' hoes on different
evil and fake
What will it take?
Give me that bass line
I'm feelin' bombed
Deathrow baby, don't be alarmed
The homie Quik gave a nigga a beat,
weapon
Call it semi auto tech
Fam
You know
How im feelin
Bruh I'm in the spin
Better run run round round
Gettin w the clique
Don't be by ya lonely
Wit
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