Lyrics:
ina streets cos i come and Supply
handing out blessings send that Boy to the sky
I stay with my crooks cos the love is So different
Niggas talk
the air (For all of y'all)
And let me know you're out there
I send this out to the homies in the hood
That stood by my side, to help a brother do
Tennessee
I mean driving north flight
I turn on all the white
And I fucked your girl for three packs of head and a slice
The air thin out here
Still I win out
rest in the love of the shepherd
It’s never in short supply
With grace you remind me
Your love casts out all fear
I am seated in you
There’s no striving
the mainstream all those years ago
She went out of her way to be discreet
To keep us wanting more, to never let us
Look her ass directly in it's eye
That it was
Somehow all da good ones
Steady getting ran down
But I'm just tryna lift all my guys up
They love to see u fall
Love it more when u rise up
As a young bull
it up
Smoke that 929... Gumbo
Met her in the park... Dumbo
Ima All Star Head... Honcho
She wanna smoke paper fonto
Yeah I love that Mary Jane
Smoke
, the air
One time for the westside, westside, let me see them
Hands up in the air, the air (what? D-Town)
And two times if you love G.O.O.D. Music
Hands
, the air
One time for the westside, westside, let me see them
Hands up in the air, the air (what? D-Town)
And two times if you love G.O.O.D. Music
Hands
the air
Living under one broken sky
Maybe you can tell me why
I close my eyes and dream of days gone by
I'm the one who keeps our love alive
My heart is
And a bitch All red Got a thick bitch She gonna Count My bread love smoking Weed when I get my head She Love It from the back when I Pull her Hair
Shorty trying
with"
I dont have step, I leave it in youre averix
Then shoot it it the air, whateva I have left
Outlaw, simply I out draw y'all
Wether clubs
of the team
We winning rings
Bringing joy like Anita, I need ya like you my air supply
Ain't nobody coming between us
They wouldn't dare to try
I can't compare
(and she probably won’t have all the love her mother would have given her). Some relatives had given her that name because of the circumstances that
leave it in you're averix
Then shoot it it the air, whatever I have left
Outlaw, simply I out draw y'all
Wether clubs or the street, I out ball y'all
Get down, gonna lead you by the hand
All around the streets of Rackrentland
Where housing supply can't meet demand
And the landlords have complete
You keep coming up in my mind
I try to get you out my head but it's always occupied
By you and ways that I can make you mine, all mine
It's true,
senses
Raise the bar we playing Tetris
Air supply out of love but I'm so invested
So invested
You lift me up when I'm down
High up in the clouds
Anchor
with'
I dont have step, I leave it in youre averix
Then shoot it it the air, whateva I have left
Outlaw, simply I out draw y'all
Wether clubs
the next day, we right back at it
In the same exact pattern
What the fuck is the matter with us?
We can't figure out if it's lust
Or it's love, which
the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out
When I come through clear it out
Play the sideline and observe
Can't lie all I got is my balls and my
to the top, welcome to the shit show
I've been gone for a minute but I'm back now
I've been followed all around by the black cloud
I've been shouting out loud,
survive
The struggle real gutter
Where you get sent out to fight
By your own mother
Time to lace up your shoes
And go an touch something
Ain't no real love
light one
OGT gonna blow like a time bomb
Where you think you gettin all your supplies from
Life flies by, where is the time gone
If it’s ten out of ten
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