Lyrics:
eyes when you in fear
I'm right here by yo side when you need me I'll be near
I do this out of love everything is sincere
Don't feel insecure whenever
magnums when I get with randoms
My main madam lives off Macadam
Pimpin' all summer a player reimagined like Madden
It's in the game. Stay classy out here
how to mix
And I don't really consider it an album for real
Because as my first album it just doesn't live up to that good of a project feel
Where's the album?
Man they really feinin'
(My album)
You can witness greatness
I partake in lean
(Lean)
Drop in sprite for tasting
(Sprite)
Walk by faith
a crook but i live by a code
If i do dirt do that shit on my own
And if i get caught gotta walk it alone
You do not live what you talk in yo songs
You
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Rats is
A new album on Bizarre
Reprise the music is written and performed by
Frank Zappa in spite of that fact
We think you should obtain it
don't care if he was vulnerable
In a home full of drug abuse and incest
Or allegedly brainwashed by white supremacists
Whatever the case may be for him
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
Ha ha, ha ha
Say ho, everybody say ho
Ba-buh-wayo
I said shake your soul like way back in the day-yo
Ba-buh-wayo, everybody say ho
Everybody say
verse a gift, as you smoke like a chimney
My album comin' November, that's twenty years of memory
And that's assumin' I'ma live that long
If I don't,
Back by popular demand
Dope pound gangsta feel
Want a real DJ, with a OGA
A bitch is a bitch, whether she poor or rich
She still gettin' a gang
fans like crack fiends
Until we re-up, and put more Infamous up on the rap scene
Mix the coke rhymes in greases like baking soda
Albums of G-packs
Bongo Boy Recordsu0027 harmonious songwriting team began their careers in the historical city of Elmira,
New York, where they were vocalists in
black truck
It could be you, it could be her
But in the end everybody gets did up
Cause in the ghetto everybody live like Jesse James
I still question God
Two's on a draw that was Qwayback Qwayback
Pedalling piff no breaks man
Sunset smoke by the lakes and talking trips to the far east Asia
Me and bro
can I trust in this cold world?
My phony homie had a baby by my old girl (oh-whoa)
But I ain't trippin', I'm a player, I ain't sweatin' him
I sex his
In the drop-top Jag', how many n****s wanna be me?
Game is automatic, mandatory I sell
To Live or Die, I survive, but with a story to tell
'Cause
talk much but live by my money sure
I don’t play with my hustle oda bi ammunition
You no fit send me I be like straight bullet nigga
Ibile la won temi ba
goin' on respect the game
Me and my dogs we ball
Just like we live we love
Get in our path of money
And your head get bust
Me and my dogs we ball
Just
Blood in the streets blood in the water
Blood coming out of the chest of your son's and daughter's
We living in a time of genocide and violence
Applied by
me to achieve my dreams
Through the thick and thin, they stick by me
Stitch my skin when I get injured
Ensured that my blood remains in my brain
I
popping pills, I cope by rapping cause that's life
You wanna live the American dream, you see it in the films
There more to life than sitting around taking
Just look at George Floyd
look at Emmett
They slaughter kids
Father to my lil boy he got the right to live
The Judging by the skin
They wildin out
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