Lyrics:
The sun do all my dirty work
Let my son turn 30 first
That devil is a dirty flirt
A nigga wanna test Cleshay
Must wanna test these K's No
Nigga this ain't
name and witness game official
Niggas is so ashamed they stand stiff like scared bitches
While I remain inside a paradox called my block
Though
to tell lies
You do ya thang
And I
Will happily do mine
Do mine
Leave me alone
I want no parts
All the distance I've shown
Always dressed all dark
Can't do
you
I seen yo body, when you walk in, they respect you
I wanna bless you, better than ya ex boo
Kiss and caress you, show you all my best moves
Damn
you’ll fuck the baddest models
I get home all my mama wanna talk about is college
Bless her heart she never stood a chance
I wasn’t born with a spoon just
Everything happen for a reasons nigga
EHFcR that is the movement
Shakablaka
Topcymanny NERO Nerojr
Topcymanny verse
I just wanna do my thing
livin' in is fucked
Industry rule number four thousand and eighty one
Your new shit ain't good as your old shit
'Til your new shit is your old shit, son
a revolver
My sex is a killer
Do you wanna die happy?
Do you wanna die happy?
I let it bang, bang
You've been hit by a smooth criminal
A bad girl
I
day to wake up
Then came face to face
With everything i ever prayed for
What you bless what you stress
What’s your best manifest
Mine came with heavy
Still flowing to the bank is paralyzed
Lucky like a pair of dice
Take a chance on paradise
I want my blunts all drunk wrapped and souffléd
We all ball
all?"
I'll tell you what's better, or better yet worse.
Chasin' your own glory by doin' the Lord's work.
So holla if it hurts, but we were made for
y'all
And motherfucker I could never be a slave y'all
So take that!!"
We're gonna tell ya somethin' put your mind in a swirl
God bless the next baby
rude
I send for the head top rearranger
Go home and do the math
I'm Jme multiplied by Maxwell Ranger
Way too serious
And if you don't wanna get taken
Call me out by your name
I'll be on the way, (oh) like
Call me by your name
Tell me you love me in private
Call me by your name
I do not care if
it to your headpiece, no Ow
What you wanna do, shit, niggaz be like
That's the shit, that make you wanna get high
Now open that high shit, I be
But by the time you hear it I hope it switch
I guess I ought to go do some rapper shit, get a couple of tats and do my taxes late
Hoping y'all listen,
would go away
Start a day, bad hands make it hard to deal
Sometimes I wanna pull it, end it all with a bullet
Hard to live life to the fullest with
would go away
Start a day, bad hands make it hard to deal
Sometimes I wanna pull it, end it all with a bullet
Hard to live life to the fullest with
could just as much a pastor as I am a rapper
In God's timing. But if He don't say preach I'll just stick to rhyming
And do it well, You can go against
die to bleed For set, joints nigga or half a key I remember when I came up Niggas ranged up, some Crip'd up Some niggas flamed up Crossed your name out,
to the breeze
Got no vision for children or marriage
I got no vision at all, imprisoned in walls
That I laid down brick by brick
Used to whip my stick shift,
kimchi, all we eat is rubber
Hand over your dog or we gonna have trouble
Got 10 tanks, I fire 10 blanks
I want all your food and
The head of Tom Hanks
abandoned by Helen Zille and Patricia De Lille
Nai I am not ashamed to call them by their name
Cos I’m running through the city like the water in the drain
your face to your heels
And somewhere deep down, fuck it, I gotta keep it real
They wanna be black and think your song is how it feels
So when you
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