Lyrics:
moved to the next (that ain't true)
But it was somethin' about this girl's style that make me feel no regrets (no regrets)
We started off casual, walks
The apple gloss on Miami Beach, David Hasselhoff
Hassle me I'm Tim McGraw, I don't pass the ball
Ball hard fourth quarter shoot the lights off
Fast break,
Forever bound by mortality’s chains
Undeniable truth but fallacy reigns
The storm rages on, surrounding the brain
No escape, why try to get out of the rain
do?"
Damage the coup
(Fa, fa)
Fans getting blew
Fam getting blues
Off white pants and my shoes
By Virgil too
(Shot, shot)
Shots out the roof
Shit like
the rat tat (Catch up)
A bitch with me, ass fat
(Sos’ baby, GBE baby)
I'm fresh as fuck, back, back
Walk in the store, smelling’ like dope (Dope)
Big
You a bitch, I'm a bulldog
Shoot my .44 bulldog
Walk in, make the room hot
Used to slang them moon rocks
She want me, but we can't talk
Turn a ghetto
Going to a ball tonight
Yeah we all dressed up nice
Gonna have a ball tonight yeah
Got my new loui v's
Got my new tennis chains on
Got a new ap
from the stock of parts available, at a local chain of head shops, Planet K
A large ceramic bowl about the size of a tuba mouthpiece sitting on top
(yeah)
Yeah, I got shoot 250 (yeah)
I woke up richer than yesterday
I had to go get a check today
All by myself, no masturbate
Come baby, come by
Cause we love the art
Cutting the deck
Splitting the game
Pop like a tech
Hit up Quebec
Nearly as cold
As the chain on my neck
Ball like a met
Stylin it
ass chain
Or this bright ass watch, all this big ass bling,
One thing about it see its more than a name,
Stay the hell wit the verses, still
through monsoons
A lotus reaching, from the mud to the, moon
Out of tune, out of reach, I seek things you can't see
A nameless king, wielding lightning in
Long may you reign in vain, in pain, just open the champagne
In climb the vein, invade the brain, just one goal to attain
Wear the ball and chain
wire
Tip toe through the coals of a blazing fire
Watch me fly this kite in the rain
I'll jump rope with my ball and chain
Come by and knock on my house
afflicted and wrist
I'm one of the greatest, I'm sick of picturing this
And bleed my rose I buy a pitcher rich
Who gives a fuck by the way they gon' please
cracking I get to cutting
Walk in the back and bitch I'm up to something
Say he got money but I don't see nothing
Dripping my chain bitch look how I'm
Throw your muthafucking Cincinnati hats in the sky
Nigga don't ask why
Red laces in and out of them Air Max nine fives I,
Walk on the moon, flow
examine every inch of you
If you want a driver climb inside
Or if you want to take me for a ride
You know you can i'm your man
Ah, the moon's too bright
and the new,
Somebody on my arm when I walk inside the room.
All I wanted was doom.
The same kind Alexander the Great felt when the earth ran out of room.
that booze till i shine like the moon
All eyes on me when i walk in the room
She staring at me when i pop out the cut
That boy aint shit he aint cut how
He's not a namic
That's a dragon ball reference
So some of ya'll enamored
Some of ya'll still draggin' balls
Reckless wit heavy chains but granted
FIGHT
me and Britney, a dancer
Know your shit authentic by the way your hat fit on you, with it
I'm like the Blair Witch nigga in the rented
Curtains in
Devotion has turned all gold into rust
The gilded knife cuts the chains of life
The blade is cold but warmed by blood
A silvery moon shines its crooked
cones when I'm firing chrom
I hittin ladies to old men in retirement homes
Dail 9-1-1 runnin gun in the street dungeon
Earth, moon and stars checkin out
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