Lyrics:
my city
This flow unpredictable, Muhammad Ali I'm a float, like a Butterfly, sting like a bee
You say you been poppin', well, Show me A Roll
Collecting
This that daygo shit
Niggas throwin down in the fo / im connecting hits
Amon on stayed his grind / like he collecting tricks
Yea a nigga still
I've got 44 fucking newts
44 fucking newts
Can my newts please stop fucking
I've got 44 mother fucking newts
I'm putting on my boots
And collecting
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Who do you think
Judas, you know the lonesome road, don't you?
Collecting bottle caps of rum
Honest sinning to chase the blues
Blurrier till kingdom comes
Take
mighty vow
We're blood bound, we aim for the sun
The luminous moon will take us high over ground
We're blood bound, collecting the stars
We hold
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Who do you think
Cast by the moon.
Mobsters are waiting,
Inside the saloon.
I'm a loanshark,
Collecting payments overdue.
I'm a loanshark,
Does your mother know I'm
Have to believe in just one thing.
I said father Washington, you're all mixed up,
Collecting sinners in an old tin cup.
Well, spare a listen for
I'm dashin' right off
Just turned off my phone
Collecting no calls
Just leave me alone
Just linked with the squad
We boutta go off
Two albums
You was sleeping on me you was snoring
But I'm lionhearted now I'm roaring
To the top where you think I'm going
Super Mario I'm collecting coins
You
Barker sing me a song
Instead of counting trees,
Collecting aeroplane numbers now, mr barker
Live it up, shine my shoes
Fly me to the moon ,
closer to me
And collecting all the kisses that are due me
I love the winter weather
Because I've got my love to keep me warm
I love the winter
Barker sing me a song
Instead of counting trees
Collecting aeroplane numbers now, Mr barker
Live it up, shine my shoes
Fly me to the moon
Never
been here for years
Friends of mine, white feathers
Collecting dust with tears
Making mine, white feathers
(VERSE 2)
Confess to me expose
A pair
Barker sing me a song
Instead of counting trees,
Collecting aeroplane numbers now, Mr Barker
Live it up, shine my shoes
Fly me to the moon
It's Kuda
Winning or losing my nigga
There's a price to pay
And it don't really matter
Whatever time or day
When it's bout collecting
No they don't play
I am the reason for the bodies they’ve found
Each one torn open at the chest
Organs are missing from the corpses I’ve left behind
Collecting pieces
And it won't be stronger when your heart is crushed
And our mamories laying there collecting dust
I never felt this weak in my life before
The pain of love
YSL shit know I pop tags, collecting bitches they been bad
Your girl looking like "who is that? I ain't never seen him before"
Have your bitch make
on the block collecting
I’m tryna get these hunnnids
I’m tryna get this money
Its dope girl season, its a dope boy season
Spin around with that MK
You ain’t doin
(Volpe)
Don't lose my spark
That why she loves me
Tears keep blowing
Volpe keep rolling
Collecting scars
This why you love me
Can’t stop it now
No, no, no
(yeah)
All of you hating niggas gon be mad (yeah)
Everytime I drop music it be gas (what)
My pockets full I'm collecting the racks (woo)
The money stay
where we're going, I go with my heart
I got too many old things
Too many old things collecting dust in my bedroom
I keep them so I won't forget you
She
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