Lyrics:
a cap
Of a English in my vain, might of pushed you on the tracks
Deaf crack fiends, who can't speak, scream noises
'Cause she bought a jum of soap from
jacket
Mister LA back, free my A track
Middle of July, I'm just tryin' bring a Maybach
Whole city riding, I ain't even did a Dre track
Nigga this
want a push-up bra, I want some satin sheets
Give me some real rich food, I want some succulent sweets
I want you by my side, you'll be all my own
I
full of tracks to play with the volume on max
Bangin hard in the dungeon in back of my place for sex scenes
Did y'all think I'm a let my show cease?
wrist, look like a package of piss
Looked like they pissed, in a ice cube tray
Put it in the freezer, so by the next day
They could put it on my wrist,
Uh
Let's get up & go crazy aye
Uh, aye
Rolling round
With a bitch
Aye
My car goes One-Eighty
Getting my dick sucked by a lady
In the front seat I
Fuck it I'm on my own
I don't need no-one cause i'm pushin' on
Fuck it ill pack my bags
Got my life on track and Im ready to go
Fuck what the haters
girl, go make a drag
If your lucky you can take her cross the rail road tracks
Where the man in the moon works his magic
On the second runner up
Losin track of time feelin fine at The Kickback
We kick it way back way back at the kickback
Diamonds on diamonds on diamonds where ur wrist at?
Feeling
backyard was Coachella
Back in 98
Back in 98
When the TV wasn't on
Back in 98
They ain't know where we were from
Back in 98
When my conscious often gone
still i rise
God
It could kill me but still i rise
God
It could kill me
It could kill me
It could kill me...
Im in
Music
Fashion
Even in tv
Now check my
aboard the pinnacle benders
I got West Nile virus on my TV in the Bronx
I got two hollow pockets and a sleepy hollow mosh pit
Tryin' to blow the spot
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
the lot (Vroom vroom)
Then got a call from the label saying my project just flopped
Wait,what?
Losing track of the time
With your girl by the side
Laying
like this
Nasir
Baby girl, won't you come and hold my hand
Won't you come and chill out with the Virgo
Hey girl, just come and hold my hand
an hour
Cars breeze dow-own the avenue
Rock 'n' roll's suspended in mid air
A girl cha-anting nonsense takes my money
Puts a flower in my hair
through the so-and-so hundred block,
And show you how my people be kickin' it in the windy city,
I wanna show you where I hang out at, where we make our
the main ting
Keep it clean in the cribbo
Just tryna do the right when I wipe clean all my jeans and my pillows
Netflix on the TV
Drink tea by the kilo
Dip
ways to go fast
I want a push-up bra, I want some satin sheets
Give me some real rich food, I want some succulent sweets
I want you by my side,
eyes like peepin' the rocks
I'm movin' it fast TV's up in the dash
Step out the whip instantly surrounded by ass
Anyone who thinks I ain't gon' last
Pop
Don't look at me
I'm the bus stop boxer
Goin' down by the railroad tracks
Where people know that they'd better not relax
I'm the man, baby, I am
new rover off the shelf real quick
Ruffin my tv's all through that shit
Yokahama 20-inch dubs on that disc
See my cashmoney hot-girl floss her
you can dead it
You know that I got you right
Let's get on a private flight (I)
Baby girl I could leave earth today or tomorrow
So I need you by my side
motherfuckers think of me if I sold this track? (Ayo)
Maybe I could get a crib with the check I get, shit
And what am I gonna pay off my bills with?
TV is
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