Lyrics:
exactly true
We can always give her the boy
No?
No, of course, what really matters is the blame
Somebody to blame
Fine, if that's the thing you enjoy
purpose is what you seek
In the Most High
No need to alter your body, the pout in your lips
The bridge of your nose, the color your eyes, or the curve in
honey in the black cause I'm feeling her curves
He looked down at what I had and said WA WA WORD
Why only serve one when we can serve up two
Then
feelings, I feel like I play for the Saints
I just wanna hurt you, aim for the skanks
Then aim for all these fake Kanyes, Jays, Waynes and the Drakes
I'm
feelings, I feel like I play for the Saints
I just wanna hurt you, aim for the skanks
Then aim for all these fake Kanyes, Jays, Waynes and the Drakes
I'm
money?
(Aw, you know what time it is, man
I got...)
Yeah, for some bail, buddy
We got to go do some work, man...
gotta aim for the sky
Gonna stay 'til die 'cause one day you will rest me
Right next these legends, the best of the best is the next me
So why second
men
And kidnap children, for vengeance in the name of the Horsemen
Slice your Achilles tendon, the Headless Horseman
And we abide by, the code
[Canibus]
So just abide by what you ride by
Cause we abide, by what we ride by
Just abide by what you ride by
Cause we abide, by what we ride by
life is a mess
What a curse punching pain now hopin to get through
Pain farmer for sure so you reap what you sow
They been patiently waitin to see
In the fast lane
Yeah yeah yeah what's the name of the game
Gran Turismo for shore yo
Gran Turismo
Gran Turismo
Gran Turismo
Is it the tightest
his mom got a GoFundMe for his service (Leyenda!)
Man I told niggas we don't play like that no more
It's either there or its not, you know?
Huh, yeah,
And what you aim is what you got!
Dem dig grave, me I jump and pass
Me I tell dem, we are heading to the top
Dem wan try slow Man, me I run
Who Jah bless, no
runnin' in fear, scared
Unwilling to hear what's said, hide under the shed
We lyin' in the filth, grown men layin' in our own beds
Pull ourselves up by
black, one chrome
Sounding out, outside your home
(Ah, right by you)
Two door coupe, let her drive (Skrr)
Heard that she curve all the guys (Curve)
All
of light talk (Facts of light talk)
I'm so gone so gone so ooo
Sometimes we wake up with a passion to live
Truth is religion won't make way for change
Your
still soft and hot
You'd engrave the curse into it with a stylus from an old whale bone.
I thought for a second of what I might write.
Something
still soft and hot
You'd engrave the curse into it with a stylus from an old whale bone.
I thought for a second of what I might write.
Something
a jihga knew had to pick up some aims
Nah I ain't playing no games back in them flats had to hustle for change
Aired me back then now I'm catching a brain
Here we go again
Nanananaa
Here we go again
Nanananaa
Here we go again
I'd hate to put your feelings by the wayside (Wayside)
But I'm just gettin
royal now
We deserve our crowns
Yo, I just want the Mazi
Pull up on the mall drop a band, kamikaze
Little cute clothes for my dogs, they all Versace
Any
half of Nights by Frank Ocean?
Ever came close?
Gripping and flipping the work
Shift to reverse, this is a gift and a curse
Plenty of bitches to curve
house, I aims to please
Just relax and breathe
You deserve attention, I'm what you need
You don't have to leave
You can stay at my house, I aims
You wrong. What the fuck?
You niggas ain't thinking
What's the consequence?
Now I'm 'bout to get
Real deadly. Ready for the war
When we just start
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