Lyrics:
(Boy)
You're gonna give me thunder
You're gonna destroy all I built
You're gonna pull me under
But I can live with guilt
I'm gonna have your
They gave big Paul life but I ain't thinkin' 'bout stoppin'
'Cause soon he try to quit, that's when the feds came got him
Ain't nothin' in my name and 50
it on the chin
If you really think it's man
That put us in a frying pan
Sit on a live volcano
And count down from ten
We're the best at cleaning up
a pussy ass bitch
No entertaining, Don Julio
I'm spreading FL like flames (Flames!)
And I ain't talking no studio
You either Live by Night, or die
know me so don't call me by government
Ouuuu
So go ahead and back that ass up
How you think she acting in this room
Look how she acting on camera
And I'm
how the reindeer loved him
As they shouted out with glee
Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer
You'll go down in history
R:By the way, what do you want
the reindeer loved him
As they shouted out with glee
Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer
You'll go down in history
R:By the way, what do you want for Christmas,
bubble boy
You should get out of hour own head
You should believe in your own soul
You jumping off of your own ledge
You should get a little light tho
comes to taking lives
I steal like Dane Cook
Bitch, take a look, you know it’s in a book
Even LeVar Burton’s Roots get shook
Ah, ah, you can call me
gotta stay sharp keep it nimble and deft
Have a gaze at my plate and it's bitter and sweet
Tryna live by my faith but my vision is bleak
Jele sticks
at Saul 2 Paul how Jesus took away his Leaven, cant let that little leaven in you leaven the whole lump. let Jesus wash u clean, and show u how we handle
hearts together like a jigsaw puzzle
Yo, pause, baby Paul, may I bust that bubble
By telling you about the God who I trust to turn trouble
Into triumph
fuckin' mouth (he won't)
Live at the Oscars, you can't make up this story
Her boo August Alsina got beat up by Tory
Jada probably called him to see if he
numbered your days like Simon said?
We been deceived by a higher power
Devoured by the truth in the final hour
Where a coward dies a thousand deaths
I'd
of tickets 'cause I live right by the station
I am tryna figure out why you so mad at me
Yes, I'm with Young Money tell the magazines stop askin' me
I be
passed
So many nights have elapsed
I been biking in laps
Yet despite all my past
I live that Nike max whoa
Seen them homies die slow
So I live fast
120
and emptied
Up into the candy dispenser
Then minutes later after eating them, m&m
Had got indigestion then he went and set in
To the bathroom and snatched down
realla than killaz and down to dump on tha devil
upon the funkiest scrub, dump some slugs in they mug
and Flizy bucking so wild wit bubble wild in my cup
crazy), look
So when I leave, I need Paul Bearers, can't carry myself
But lemme not get ahead of myself
You know we can't let our babies live how we
boy got bands guitars in the garage
I'm goin in and barge head nigga thats in charge
After my lucky charms blue moon I'm with the stars
I zanny tip
Scarred up my right arm when I was grafting in Hampton steel
Hold tight Simon, you know you're my oldest steel
MSB those were the days
When it was fuck all
for that matter
But having that confidence boost from people that I truly cared about in my life
Like my cousin, Paul, bobby, my boy sab from rowan
That
high, nigga
Best believe we get by, nigga
Best believe we get live, nigga
[LD]
Hot damn hoe here we go again (Let's Go)
My God damn flow buries
possessions we are humans
We like to be wined and dined by candle light
Not being cooped up in the house
Trying to be held up tight
So Jazzy Jeff and Fresh
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