Lyrics:
save there arse with the visual
We do a lot n keep the *talk* to a minimal
I take the bag, these man get half the residual
Ha.. they aint on half wat u
fish I prayed to the Gods
And it rained on us Lunch
Dame's wanna bang on the bus now
Beauty gave me brains till I bust
But I'm feelin way out of touch
on mine?
Even when I'm goin' through hard times
I still got my closest road dogz lookin' out for all mine
Ha ha, bring artillery and roll with a n****
out with the blood from the wound
I know it's like the end of the year
I'm reminiscing and my memory's just gone as
Far back as secondary school get
this brown but it's busting my arse'
[Chorus]
Seems like the planet gone mad
What you staring in my face for?
I told you dudes, I can't save ya
What
the fuck has gone on here
Buck your ideas up I can't hear you
Loud for the ones at the back in the rear view
Left 'em, left in dust
Rested blessed at dusk
What you gone do with that pressure
Why you be fakin’ it for ya lil hoe and you probably won’t shoot under pressure
Fucked’a right after i met’er
Yeah, for all the festival heads, check it out
Alright it's that time of the year you've been waiting for, for months now
Saving up your pay
moth-er-fuck-er?"
"Momma! Some man at the front do'!"
"Sit yo' ass down"
"Uh hi, I have reason to believe that someone in
This household has just turned
My baby mother says I'm immature
She four years younger
What the fuck she think I'm with her for?
She told me get the hell out, I'm packing
I need
Holdin' my own, step the wrong way
You'll get blown cHA-POW nigga, you're gone
Look out - stoned out, bombed out
With the niggas
We run my neighborhood with
was due to
It being tired shagged out
After a long squawk
- It's probably pining for the fjords
- Pining for the fjords, what kind
Of talk is that? Look
DON'T THINK I DON'T LOVE YOU
(Dallas Frazier)
« © '66 Blue Crest Music »
Your old cheatin' heart has finally caught you
A thousand times I told
Yeah God gone dry it out
Oh Lord your people are crying out
Can you hear us crying now
I just hope I make you proud
All these words just coming out
Oh I
Ja du ser meg i min zone ja jeg puller opp i lambo
Gutta trenger bars, så jeg stacker opp no ammo
Flexin on the gram i some military cammo
Watch out
have gone wrong
And the fall has begun
This has gotten out of hand
I will go for a foreign base
But he told me off life down at home
Said Totale, go back
My love she is a gentlewoman
Has her living by the seam
I know how she has provided
This night for me and my foot-groom
He is gone to Annie's door
Really don't mind if you sit this one out.
My words but a whisper -- your deafness a shout.
I may make you feel but I can't make you think.
Your
Hop on give me hell of a night
Baby girl du er one of a kind
Ecstasy når du synger for meg
Can't get you out of my mind
Kan du bli litt før neste
esse, means 'friend' (It just means 'friend'. That's all)
Ski Beatz (yeah). Old Weird Harold on the keys
And fuck D-Rich (ha ha)
I'm out
You could
wait til these bullets gang bang
Ha ha, ha ha ha
Cant defend it so don't even bother
Stole all his songs now susano is six feet under in a shallow grave
[Yung Joc]
(Ohhh!) Uh-huh (Shit! What up Chino Dolla?)
New Joc City (Here it is)
But right now, you 'bout to witness a nigga gone off that Patron
walk in purple shoes, ha
They told me niggas gone try take your shit cause them niggas envy
tell me something that I don't know Lil Bitch
I was scraping
that's nifty
Tell me, I'm on fire
I'm nauseous, sire
It's gone it's gone
it's gone it's gone
Scared the pets, out of debt
It's gone, it's gone
it's gone
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