Lyrics:
close make
Sure that work it disappears
I can get you murked with
A whisper in the ear
Getting it cracking over here
They getting work but ain't
No action
Afghanistan held for ransom
By the hand of this black man
Neo-colonial puppet
White power with a black face
He said fuck it i’ll do it
A master of disguise,
away, but I miss that day
Are we ever gonna feel the same?
Standing in the light 'till it's over, out of our minds
Someone had to draw a line
We'll be
The days go by, we argue all the time
I want to make it right, ‘cause that was last night
Baby we gon' be alright, baby we gon' be alright
Yea yea
a story
Now I be lit with authority
But I think I should go back
Feel like I'm running a lap
And this pain it never tops
I'm gonna grind to the top
I think
Knocking on the do' i had to call her from my phone
Shawty so lit she had to stop drop and roll
Started on the third, then i move up to the fo'
Open
Taking it by stride
That's what you want tonight
Give me your hand
And take this chance
It doesn't have to go
According to plan
Say whats on your mind now,
you with the s***s
(Aye)
6-course meal I'm at Benihana hoe
When I'm with the hoes it's like eeny miny moe
(Oo)
Catch a hunnid by the toe
Never let
shit
That boy gettin lit up with the chopstick
We run shit
Pussy gettin lit up by the spot
Shootas totin on them bangers finna pop u off the top
Better
Straight up with my team we gon make it lit
Then we bring the shit y'all have never seen
Young flame on my team you know we legit
Flying higher with
the rim
And I taught him all of his wrongs stop actin shady slim
I watched mama in a struggle tryna make it by
I watched these n***** that she f***** wit
know how to fuck it up and’ get me lit
She The life of the party she know she the shit
Got him spending on His money on Dem Bottles quick
Straight shots
lit like
We forget the night
I got her to agree
That she do it for free
strip
She Just know how to fuck it up &' get me lit
She The life of the party she know she the shit
Got him spending on His money on Dem Bottles
I know she really don't
What she won't I know what she wont Yea Yea
Crankman at it again
Crankman in this bitch big dawg big dawg we too lit
what
Talk that shit I dont really give a fuck
Im getting lit I dont really need no luck
It didn't fit my dick is gettin stuck
Droppin hits I'm a keep
now its only d'usse on the plane
Celebrate like a king, got everything lit
Cause that bag coming in With a bad lil bitch (yea yea)
Bag Talk Bag Talk
stones
I'm in a game and my player left the controller
Filthy, I'm a zombie
Dirty by all means (stank)
Sobriety gives me anxieties, don't want it (no way)
Alone, with my dream
Now I'm free
Strong I sing
By the sea
Gone with the wind
Life it is
Broken I can't win
Cease to exist
All the way down
If you ain't lit
Then you can't fuck with us
You ain't like our style
So then don't fuck with us
We be getting money
So you cant fuck with us
We be
no f****g round
yah we in this b***h lit turned up
f****g wireless
and we dont give a d**n
give a f***k we all-nighters
lets get it
im with it
aint no
Kingscure II lyrics BY Hubert Hakizimana
Boo-boo boommm
Yeah, Uhhh, Yeah
Uuuhhh
I can still hear u talking to me when I’m trying to write a verse we
Night falls and I’m cold inside
Watching the cars as they pass on by
Is that a moon in the sky or a winking eye?
Leading me on my way uptown tonight
Can't fuck wit you you bitches lame
I got money it's gon be my lucky day
I hit a lick and come up quick I dropped a brick and pave the way
Addys in my
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