Lyrics:
They look like twins
That was embarrassing
artists
I'm a prisoner, a slave to this rap
Get a shovel for them cats
I will six feet deep artists
Who rap like rap is supposed to sound?
New cats
Whip I drive? Owned by me, wrists and neck, anti-freeze
Can it be? I'm who you dying to be'
Last of a dying breed, I'm Siamese
Twin pistol shooter
Yea (You are now tuning into my nigga artist fuck nigga)
Yea
Yea (I love you, artist)
Too much status
Yea
I got too much status
Woah
That's my twin
connection in all
Selection, stock brokers with coats on
Make coke suggestion, all twin glizzies
Fireman, gucci boots on, sideways action
Murder niggas fear me
Yeah, uh
Yeah
You my treacherous lil' twin, and you know that we locked in
And I love you like my kin, it's whatever for you
I go up and down
Roll out! Roll out! Roll out! Roll out!
Roll out! Roll out! Roll out! Roll out!
I got my twin Glock .40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so
And a new artist on Hypnotize Minds Entertainment, Chrome
"Straight to the Pros," new album in stores October, 2005
It's going down
Yuh, and if you
And a new artist on Hypnotize Minds Entertainment, Chrome
"Straight to the Pros," new album in stores October, 2005
It's going down
Yuh, and if you
a bargain
Like I bought it
From target
Hip hop is my supermarket
Shoppin' cart full of fake hip hop artists
I'm starvin' soarin' I gotta eat early
And I
Roll out! Roll out! Roll out! Roll out!
Roll out! Roll out! Roll out! Roll out!
I got my twin Glock .40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so
Get closer to me love twins, love twins
Let's be love twins
Let's create a love that will never end
Let's show the world love can win, darling
I want
him
I can’t be mad at Kanye because
He made me famous! #FACTS
6th Stop trying to demonize real artist
Stop trying to compromise art
That’s why music
La Rock (Rock)
I gave her good dick, the type her heart'll stop (heart'll stop)
Them ass shots on her make an artist drop (artist)
Nigga, damn
I got a bitch named Soo, I got a bitch named Woo
And they twins, can't wait till I can fuck em' again
Can't wait, can't wait
I got a bitch named
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
Your warmth, your warmth
Is so deep
Your gaze
Beams a hole into me
Controlling again
Unseparated twins
Controlling again
You've sucked
'Cause the way I do my deals, never treated like a artist
Want the house (house)
You could DM my accountant
My per diem six figures and I'm countin'
-artist: nat king cole
-peak billboard position # 6 in 1954
-english words by carl sigman and music by gerhard winkler
Answer me, oh, my love
Just
Shopping cart full of fake hip hop artists
I'm starving, sorry, I gotta eat all it
And I'll be back in the morning
Phone home! Weezy
Phone home! Weezy
all twin glizzies
Fireman, Gucci boots on, sideways action
Murder niggas fear me yo
Cash that he did Clinton
Rentin' his mother crib out
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