Lyrics:
From the land of Larry Hoover where they bury shooters
I'm shinin' hard, Stanley Kubrick
We don't live by the law
Two-time felony charge, gun totin'
Vers I
Back in 1992, bababadabababadabababada
It was two years after New kids hit the charts
Six years after Madonna stole my heart
It was TLC
to speak, provided cobblestone
Stole to steal parone, cut the heart up out of Caesar
I protect the black Madonna shrine from seizures
I survived the 80's
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up fuck nigga you know you a hater….
Don’t be tryin’ to act like you’re my kin folk
By the look up in yo
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up fuck nigga you know you a hater….
Don’t be tryin’ to act like you’re my kin folk
By the look up in yo
w twojej kawie
(zgaszę blanta w twojej kawie)
Dawaj album, masz go? Prawie
Widziałem, jak moi przyjaciele
Wstrzykują sobie marichuaninę
Dekadę
Alkopoligamia, która na początku
Istnienia zajmowała się produkcją ubrań
By z czasem rozszerzyć działalność
O fonografię w tekstach na solowych płytach
Najczęściej
The end has arrived, this album reached the end of its time... the end of its time
I'm low on supplies, the paint on the canvas is dry... the canvas
I be on the way
I'm sorry about the way
The new album is on the way
I'm in my zone
On and off stage I perform
I'll take them by storm now
Watch I'm
been
My mind fits in all spaces
With no storage in it
In a year, I dropped 2 albums
But the digits didn't
The year ain't done yet
And I ain't even
them views in hopes my shit be trending too
Fuck it I don’t give a fuck about
Views the likes the comments fraud
If my album drops my album sucks
But I’m
Every night I sit here by my window (window)
Starin' at the lonely avenue (avenue)
Watching lovers holdin' hand an' laughin' (Hahaha)
And thinkin'
Ratin latent, and perpetratin
My album's love mics, tough like dirt bikes
You get frantic, New York City, run and panic
California, I switch
lighters up
Put your fist up, put your lighters up
The don Jo’burg city icon
Turflon, hidden by the Sean John
Iced up so your girlfriend respond
Come here
team
APC Kanye saggin' in my dreams
Ran trains on Vera Wang
Pray for Paris then you pray for me
Madonnas on the mock necks
Wave the MACs out the drop
Put The Work In
Put the work in
Aye
Put the work in
Put the work in
Told the baby girl she gotta do it with a purpose
Madonna by the mirror
the pussy down like a vet
I wanna buy my mama a house
Was servin' Os and then I moved up to pounds
I need like two or three, not one ounce
I smoke by the QP,
a chiefa'
Reefa', marijuana, sticky leafa'
Cross me, haircut to the green meter
Beata', murder charge, in the stata'
Let a nigga slide by, like a skater
Paper
boy bitch
No comments fired I'm snuffed out
By your momma nigga
I know regrets has been problems
Been posted up blocking
Cash money pocket got
again with Donald Trump and Melania
Make my trap great again with Donald Trump and Melania
Met my plug in snakeskin, buyin' them bricks by the hundred
Did you think you'd get to run the world forever?
Little soldiers fighting loyal by your side
That you'd get to play the role of grand commander
Madonna
Don't do me no favors
I'm too gangster to break a promise
I ain't leave the mansion and I
Spent twenty at Saint Thomas, uh
(Twenty at Saint Thomas)
never even called me by my name
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride
And you don't have to call me
never even called me by my name
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride
And you don't have to call me
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