Lyrics:
learnin' all the lyrics
Yeah they gonna see me get it
I be rollin' all the time
Sticky all that I be rippin'
Yeah we puffin' on that fire
Now a days we
block
Keep the cash in my sock keep my style on the low
With a better flow al you M C 's edible if you wanna do it big
Jump into my boat let us do it
bars when I'm faded
But you don't know me
Whiplash, Ali G in the house like Naomi
Cold, just like your homie
Soft, you gaze upon me
I sit back, lyric's
the test, success is where you didn't think to go
It's crazy, it was all good just a week ago
That's what I'm saying tho
I'm laying low wondering where'd my
against the grain
She wanna
Wanna hear a clean lyric
Be a free spirit
Now her soul coming unchained
She wanna have a good time
Find a good guy
But her mind
not your property
I went through most my life so awkwardly, just barely passing by
I was low on my supply, so shit, I had to improvise
I was a kid so
got thump in my trunk
That's all I really need and
A bag of blue funk
Although I may be high profile
I keep a low pro style
Stay calmly, but my homies
on the drum-drum-drum
My homie Snoop Lover's on the diddy-drum-drum
Me, I'm Mellow Man, I'm on the mic, so here I come
The M-e-double l-o-w M-a-n A-see-e
Oh me, oh me, oh my
When I let the lyrics fly and the sound going cry
Oh me, oh me, oh my
When the lyrics them fly and a soundboy die
My raps cut
'S hard to admit when you're at your lowest of lows
Ego stitched my lips, when I say it nobody knows
If I display it I'll be opposed
'Cause no one
a lot of shenkes by my side
o boy i don high cause i don mayan palm wine
most of my dudes love to mayan Morkite
I write on sand paper cuz my lyrics too
Here We Go
Lyrics by John McCuaig
Hear the shots fire 1,2,3
look in my eyes, there's nothing left to see
I'm going closer, closer .... are you
Oh
To fast with the flow
Shorty coming over and you know just how it go
Teach her how to dance but she just wanna drop it low
Then she threw it up
Rammor x West Cartel - Searching For You Lyrics
Verse 1:
I feel it in my veins, masking all this pain
Searching high and low, with nowhere else to go
(Dior)
Know you out there in the projects
And you ain't taking deposits
So a nigga gotta sing for yours
I'll be with you when yo lows getting high off
The lyrics in the one by G love and Special Sauce look suspiciously, are are phrased WAY too much like Guitar Slim (Eddie Jones) in his 1964
New toy and it came with a case (k)
Im 100 i wont touch the brakes (brake)
No my brothers aint serving the jakes (jake)
That grass low yeah we
the past behind
Please come be by my side
Never take you for a ride
It’s up to you to decide
Cos I’m in love with your hips and thighs
Anytime your body
that it's not a burden, why?
Because I rap in cursive
They treat my lyrics like the Bible
The OG and the King James Version
This colloquial
My verses
U.S.S.R.
P.L.O. style got thrown out the car
and ran over, by the Method Man jeep
Divine can't define my style is so deep
like pussy, my low cut fade stay
And be protected by No Limit tanks, soldiers with K's and hand grenades
Could you recall a soulja that used to be crawlin'
Now I'm ballin', don't plan
the truest nigga to do this, nigga
And anything else is foolish
Like those who stay high
Under God's grey skies
My lyrics is like Bible, made to save lives
In
wanna do, you savour
This step is called the BRU to the T
Bust the rhymes for free, I gets down
Mack is inside your town
Busting lyrics tourture like
me step inna di club
Selecta, tun it up inna di sub
Music a bounce and lyrics by di tons
And mi high grade sent from above, me tell dem
Watch out
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