Lyrics:
By our bling bling ring ring and I can't debate it
Low riders hittin' on switches
As we pass by ya in sun fire, c'mon
What y'all need to do is throw
a Pompei
Nel braccio della Iena mega cold mountain
L'album è begins come Batman è chiaro
Che quello che non ti uccide
Fra ti rende più strano
È sud style e
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
album, best song, how you spin that?
The best part is that they love Chance
But our fans are the same
You should fuck with your man
And I wonder what
riders (none of them)
All of them tired, sleepin' (sleepin')
When we pull up in the evenin'
Creepin' (grr, baow-baow)
Families grievin'
Big .15, man
Neighbour, San Francisco
(Nathan), shout to my homie Julian out in Paris, (Cabrerra)
Holdin' me and my man Jason down, much love!
Shout to Miami Girl, L
real.
I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine.
Said everybody
Shine.
See'mon."
It's not luck that I'm sittin' here
Spittin' for y'all.
Preeld in by
flagrant man
Moé for real j'ai pas tant d'stresse, ça bave en watchant l'crest
Si la parade paie, tu vas suivre la parade même si tu para' prêt
Flow qui
di’n tout real exclusive shit yo e sou album mwen pou’n pran yo?
Diasporap Volume 2 nigga
Prototype Entertainment
Yeah man
Nou fon ti modifikasyon nan
flow.
I take my city everywhere that I go!
I’m from the L-O-N-G-B-E-A-C-H
C-I-T-Y See I, got a paper chase.
City by the sea, it’s the 562.
That’s
no.. (never love her)
She, say, she, slick
I'm, like, baby, please
She, say she's got a man
But what's that got to do with me? (f'real)
Some
that you think about your physical health
You'll never see your fucking album on a physical shelf
I'll beat your ass, whip your kid with the belt
You
to the album everybody that called
Everybody that show love and show they support, man
It's to the top, man, I'm broke
We gon' do it, man It's weekend, it's
you off
Broad, with the cause (yeah) bitch on a mission
Keep them niggas by they nuts while you hoes be dick kissin
Missing the game, damn bitch it's
here
Only God can judge me, so I'm gone
Either love me or leave me alone
Now, back to our regularly scheduled program
L'Album Noir: The Black Album
here
Only God can judge me, so I'm gone
Either love me or leave me alone
Now, back to our regularly scheduled program
L'Album Noir: The Black Album
hopped up out a frame
Ain't a coach on the planet that can take me out the game
My heart beats forever like my name was Eddie King
A Midwest rider like
I'm all about now
So
I'ma just
Kick it off top beat from the drop man
Droppin album's quicker than Usain Bolt man
I'ma treat it like a playstation
on me?"
L got 'em cornered, bitch, why you speak like that?
Tattooed Def Jam under your wing like that
What? You a rider, not in my house, Mouth
Glad
L's susupend trying 2 stay in my lane
got me on da corner asking 4 change
thirsty as nigga's!! search out fame!!
weather man!! on da block!! making
Look with all your peeps stop playing by the same rules
And then they go acting brand new the brand lose
It's cool I make those grown man moves
No
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