Lyrics:
the beat
I done said to much in this song I'll probably be dead by next week
I done said to much in this song I'll probably be dead by next week
Hollywood
the other day for lunch she surprised me with Cheba
But that's for another day another song another feel
Arizonas hidden gem peep the songs you can't you
Please don't get it twisted off this beat this not no sad song
This ain't no ordinary rap song
Brody this that last long like Hennessy and Red Bull
Amsterdam
My baby and me
Drawn by the red lights
Drawn by the invite
She shuffle off towards
And jokes 'bout goin in
She counting shooting stars
Fills her
love
You inscrutable stranger Camus made up
Sucks to suck
I just muck while I try to sway and sway to songs
I never play when alone
Conduct me a way i
trees
wish you could see it
Down at the townhall on Friday night
The carolers singin by candlelight
I'm sippin some red wine I know you'd like
shoes
It is hard, I just don't know where to start
By the looks some people give or the feeling you're apart
It's an experience for so many
And it
Playing other boys fine by me
This song's not Cuffed EP
Unless your cuffing's freaky
You can play me like Nintendy, Fenty, a Bentley
Buying you all these
Violation then we stepping out
Any angle by my weapon now
On the high road nigga I ain't settle down
Making money baby I ain't been about
Nittys
outside
How about we take a rain check on the crew that's hangin' downtown
We don't need nobody else
Just you and me by ourselves
Baby how's that sound?
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen"
"We are tonight's entertainment"
Let's go get the song started
'Bout to drop the bomb and explode it
Tick-tick
worked out if I wrote 'em they songs
One of one Kerby, I got this shit sown
My fist in the air like the back of my comb
Over they head like a shot with
posse
It's time to step on some motherfuckin' toes
(Nah D!) Man, fuck them hoes
The East Coast ain't playin' our songs
I want to know what
Watched my homeboy die, day by day body tired
Remember, I finally accounted before he expired
They tell me there's a peaceful place, I want to see it
Man lives
In a sun lit world
Of what he believes to be reality
But
There is unseen by most
An underworld that is just as real
But not as brightly lit
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
On the grill of my lowrider
Guns on both sides, right above the gold wires
I'll fo'-five 'em, kill a nigga on my song
And really do it, that's the true
tried to shake it, man, I can't believe this shit is real
Heart pumping on the 101
This shit right here ain't no fun
Live and die by the gun
Get you
[Chorus]
Never thought id see the day when you wasn't by my side.
Listen I was down for you girl put you first in my world
And I thought you were
the songs he was doing
Man, I knew he had to be on G.O.O.D Music
Just to think, last night I was in Venice hugging bitches
Thanking God Almighty condoms were
I know you heard that I got nominated
Won't you walk the red carpet with it
With a dress I bought you, it's awful when I've been gone too long
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
the bangers at, the slangers at
Were red and blue equals green, and we probably be black
In fact we stack G's for them keys, so when we finished doin' deeds
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