Lyrics:
I just hit a lick, and dipped, out the door with the cash
No getaway driver, no gun and no mask (Heh)
Sly deSilva, the corporate crime killer
Went up
Everybody simmer down there once was boy
Who became the man
Get your snacks
Buckle up for lovely story this evening
He goes by the name of Colt
93'Zoo écusson, héritage des rues sombres
Dans la cave un uzi bébé m'fais surtout pas d'suçons
Possédé par Biggie, Bob Marley, Alain Souchon
feeling good
Walk the line
Johnny Cash accounts
Mattress stash it out
Hide it wise
Momma coming by
Lose your piece of pie
Take whats mine
Never had a guide
Oh shit, caught that nigga alone
Ain't that a bitch
Hey, uh, this one here is, uh
For them niggas that be Johnny Dangerous
When they be fuckin'
a million, by hustlin since my adolescense
From crack dealin to rap villain, my new profession
Who wanna see me at eight deep, fuck 3D
You coward ass
was a kid
When the fuck won't I feel betrayed
By the people I've met along the fucking way
I rewrote this song again
Promising myself I'd write letters
Beethoven, Bach, and Brahms
I want some James Brown
Even Bruce, Brian, Bono, Beck, yeah
Chuck Berry prince, Stevie, Sly, Smokey
Johnny Cash in my Chevy
Heard
a chance
At a glance, I'm a failure
Addicted to pushing paraphernalia
But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once
Innocence disappeared by
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah, yeah
Well it's the uhh, uhh, abbrevia-ated letter
Associated with meta-metapho-phores and cheddar cheddar
The C.O.D
like Johnny Manziel
Play my album that's my life Star Spangled Banner
Even when you try explaining they don't understand you
Put my life into this music
comme un nœud dans la panse
Shot by, mes gars car ils ont trop d’avance
On laisse des strass sur ta trace de
Bitch, une main sur son qweh
La deuxième sur
The King's Alpha out to Death Row
Who you know was spazzing at Art Basel with the Trill OG
Grill by Johnny Dang boy u can't get these at Tiffany's
Who told you
stop me now (who, you?)
Every album offered me a glimpse of heaven
No parentals, uncensored, guess I snuck into the Restricted Section
These Dark Arts
true
No place I'd rather be except with you that's true
Slow days come and go
But all my days with you fly by
I won't come down now I'm high on you
Sky
respect the R-O-C or respect the shots
21 thrown out the Heckler and Koch
The CO-D's no respect for the cops
Even if the park right next
To the spot we
Heard the Wu snare, while my iris cut down the glare
Walk a road the great length you find too long to measure
My Clan a make me rhyme like D. Banner
Heard the Wu snare, while my iris cut down the glare
Walk a road the great length you find too long to measure
My Clan a make me rhyme like D. Banner
ye, 200 dash
12 in cash, potatoes are mashed, dash dash dash
Never cook, clean, or take flights
But im a pro at lie, scam, and gaslight
There were 5
Oh shit, caught that nigga alone
Ain't that a bitch
Hey, uh, this one here is, uh
For them niggas that be Johnny Dangerous
When they be fuckin'
man. I’d help the Dude any day of the week. Call me John Goodman. I don’t want to go in depth but Johnny Depp and Freddy murdered me when I slept. I shot
s'arrêter
Bientôt le nouvel album de ma Psykatraaa !
Ok
D'accord je reprends le débit sans limite mes gimmicks font crier
Les zéniths de l'Europe et l'Afrique
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
it's over with)
Get up off your ass, stand by the door
You lazy in the trap (you really ain't sellin' shit)
I know I'ma make it out, but lately
I
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