Lyrics:
(Yeah)
Baby you talk to the pain
Baby you drive me insane
Baby I'm driving a crane
(Huh huh)
You popped a spiff
I popped and leaned
She look at me; switch
catch 'n' feel us
Enter the buildin'
See everybody choosin'
I'm looking for somebody
With a body that move it
Think for them women
But my hobby is
Oh Yeah
Pants off no talking
Shirt off but keep walking baby
Lights off no keep em on
I wanna see what's going on times up now I'm ready bone
Now
Bury me a gangsta
Tell them all that I ride and I'm willing to die for these streetz
Going out like a gangsta
Tell them all that I'll live giving all
Two blunts and I'm all fucked up
Forties in my system got me way too drunk
Pop a xanny bar and now I'm crawling on the rug
You've all been talking
EJ Zoomin
On the guys I'm hella grown
You folks like a step child
Cold blooded I'm strapped up my skin tough as a reptile
This too secret no
mind, and you’d never guess. Of course that’s not what my psychiatrist says, he’s saying that..
Verse #3:
And I’m about to Harry S. Truman your movement.
S. Shifrin
Sometimes a heart has a mind of its own
Sometimes
I can tell myself that I'm better off bein' alone
Sometimes
But this time I can't hide
the history of the U. S. of A.
I'd like to make a difference, starting today
but I'm not eighteen - Uncle Sam says, "No way!"
All them rules are dying in
my trippin this time hit ignition in the whip and then slide
I'm
...
Writers: Keon S. Washington
Te quiero una vez
why nada m s.
Es mi destino,
piedra why camino.
Oh!
Cuanto lo siento, te quiero, si.
Cuanto lo siento, me voy de aqu¨ª.
feels very good, actually
Talk to them, S. Dot
I love this beat, just needed to vent a little bit
I hope y'all enjoy the tapin' shit, you know
I'm just
to stop, yeah, yeah
On the way, but I'm feelin' so strange, yeah, yeah
I'm the way, but I'm feelin' so plain
What's my name
Adam S. Never stress, come
liberty,
By the mad dictators, leaders of corruption,
Can't the U. S. use a mountain boy like me?
God gave me the right to be a free American,
And for
girl
Friends have my sorrow
Not sorry, my guilt
I'm S. P., I'm Phi Phi
Friends have my CEO
We have his MCC
Messor, love me
Messor, messor
Messor, now
chuckle
Huntеr S. Thompson mobbin with a green plastic shade
Over my visor watchin thesе cops inside of that purple Datsun
Keep the door locked man they can
reality
Q Made The Beat
They can hear they can see
My thoughts my dreams
My team Fantasy
A. A. S. B. & M.E.
You talk about him you talk about me
My brother
project was produced by Othello Beats & C Gutta Beats & engineered by S. Slim
Right on baby
Hook 1:
To be Pimp tight you got to Roll
If you don’t aack how
My brother's standin' on a welfare line
And any minute now I might get mine
And meanwhile it's the I. R. S. and the devil to pay
Well, gettin'
Baby girl you drunk when u drink whiskey Yahh
Bro I’m gonna smoke and fuck your នារី(x2)
Vers 2
A B C D E F G (YAHH)
H I J K L M N O P (YEHH)
Q R S.
Now I'm filled wit the ghost you see light in my eyes
J. E. S. U.S
Yes imma soldier I beat on my chest
Cause the father he saved me
Stop smoking that
J. E. S. U. S he is my maker he is the One that created the earth
Devil go vex? I no care
Jesus the best
way maker always the top kept me on Top top
Brooklyn, baby I'm water locked walkin' nervous
When the curfew was imposed closing transportational service
This gonzomatic fear turns me Hunter S.
I’m chroma keying
Like overseeing my total being, like
I’m chroma keying
Like overreaching what’s so beneath me, I
Think it’s time for feasting,
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