Lyrics:
own beat
'Cause she's the muse and the artist
Always leaves a trail of stardust
'Cause she's a little bit of Yoko
And she's a little bit a, oh no
(J. White I need a beat I can go off on)
You changed on me Mr. Wop
You're not the same Gucci Mane from the block
And you're so mean
Listen to the beat
Trampin' feet
With traffic meet
And fill the street
With boomin' and zoomin' and rhythm
With the merrily beat of my heart
and so fancy free
(O oh) yeah, she dances to a her own beat
'Cause she's the muse and the artist
Always leaves a trail of stardust
(O oh) 'Cause she’s
more pain
I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane (no more pain)
I came to bring the pain, hardcore
(Beat that motherfucker up Quad)
Why not call all your homegirls and get high?
Why not blow all this good kush in the sky?
Why not go out
flawless
Most hardest, most honest known artist
Chip off the old block, but old Doc is (back)
Looks like Batman brought his own Robin
Oh God, Saddam's
Pianist|Musician|Rapper|Beat Maker|Guitarist| Beat Boxer|Recording Artist|2Keys Fam Proud Member
I'm the truth, tell it, loud weed yellin'
Get it by the pound, we just smoke it, we don't sell it
What I blow'll make a plane go
Them bitches say
Tory on the beat (Tory on the beat, Tory on the beat)
Yeah, yeah
Okay
Planes, I'm on a plane to LA
Planes, I'm on a plane to LA
Planes, I'm
planes flyin' over my head
Just hours before you occupied my bed
In our darkness we conjured up sunlight
In our haste, our need, our thirst we lost our
Kenny Lee on the track the way I'm flowin'
Keep it goin
I rip up the beat then I sew it
Back together rap forever, it's Philly
Whilly, Now tell your
flawless
Most hardest, most honest known artist
Chip off the old block, but old Doc is (back)
Looks like Batman brought his own Robin
Oh God, Saddam's
ON LIKE STEPPING STONES BUT BROKEN HEARTS BEAT ON WHEN PLANES GET BROKE THEY WON'T FLY WHEN STARS CAN'T HOLD ON THEY FALL FROM THE SKY THINGS LIKE THAT MAKE
mark any beat
Spread this to the industry, lyrics like a chopper piece
Flow right through your fitted T, pull this through with chemistry
Hottest
(Beat that motherfucker up, Quad)
Why not call all your homegirls and get high?
Why not blow all this good Kush in the sky?
Why not go out
Song - 80s Baby
Artist – Chiefa The Great
Noble Trinity Music 2020
Beat
(Finish)
(PinkGrillz)
Paper planes (paper planes), Novocaine (Novocaine)
Mary Jane (yeah)
Say one thing to me, you Texas toast, no Raising
an unusually
Long four minutes of
Straight poetry to tackle the
Drug war, business, discrimination
And perseverance the poetry is spoken over
A beat in a song
really clear
So beat it, just beat it
You better run, you better do what you can
Don't want to see no blood, don't be a macho man
You want to be
And tell her I wish her all the best
Oh, my LAX
Night trampoline and marijuana
I close my eyes and I can smell it on her
Boarded in a plane back
hop on a plane and went.
O-kay, I hear it's very nice.
It is, it is.
When the sun goes down
The tide goes out
The people gather 'round
my veins, arrivin' by plane
G4 to be exact, rewards of beats and raps
Three whores before four and three more are bein' cracked (facts)
That was
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