Lyrics:
pimp Mr. Glock
Now glock had many bitches, he sold pussy by the pound
And bitches jocked his trigga every time he came around
Big baller, big game
true 'cos all I wanna do is be by your side (My life)
This must be the worst day of my life
This must be the worst day of my life
And it's true 'cos
the kill) to kill (bustin' slugs)
Iced-out (shit is real) head (livin' crime) to toe (life of crime)
A snake (droppin' heads) in black (pullin' nines)
to roll in Ford now I pull up in a Range
Bitches used to dub me now they want me on vacation
Other day I'm flexin
She stopped me like what's your Name
High
never see my type before
I have never seen my type
She's always in my life
Roll up every night
We hold up when we fight
Have been up when it's nice,
We
Dark those days getting smoked in the park/
I heard rumors that Hurricane had DC locked/
Him Molsen Ice, Molsen Gold, Rolling Rock/
We all conversated my
a day, diamonds on display
Ridin' in somethin' I can't pronounce
Put a trampoline in my backyard
Just to watch them titties bounce
My rubies rocky
niggas on the wing
Tryna pattern up two things
Spice he can sell
An' some nudes from his new ting
Day in the life years ago
Was pretty much appalling
Used
of me?
These hard times, hard times, baby
'Bout to get the best of me.
You know Ford Chrysler, God knows, been under.
For ninety days, already.
Was
they think its easy
to go on TV
do what i do each day
acting a certain way
could of lived a normal life
worked a job at nine till five
but i chose
Yeah
See
God put everybody in front of you for a reason
And he don't make no mistakes
Yeah
Since the day I met you
I knew I wanted this forever
Big
'58 Ford at a diner in town
Got her number on a couple of rounds
Jukebox plays Dance Hall Days in array
Fell in love in America
In the streets
back when I went bat shit
Nowadays I gotta talent fueled by my passion
Today is a lazy day motha fuck an action
Raise the black flag for a tv party
Luckily
I'm on the way
Lost in the stars
And I need and escape
So I hop in the ford
And I switch up the lanes like
Truth is
Murder on my mind I'm a nuisance
clothes. He got in his 1965 Ford
He started out
Three times he started to turn back before he reached the outskirts of the city
But he kept on going
Oh,
(regular)
'Cause I just wanna know why you haven't been here in my sight love
'Cause I ain't got time for it, I'm tryna do this all from day to night, this
In the Ford Expidie, and I don't expect to die
On some humble shit
I am on some rumble shit
When it's on, you should see the shit I come through
Why you long lanky motherfucker
You ain't nothin' but a sucker!
I was born in a barrel of butcher knives
Shot in the ass with two colt .45's
I've
to hear colors and see sounds
You're bound by the senses, limited to five
Guide through this matrix what you visualize
Manifest in time, it's really all
a Ford Fue
Yeah, the driver in the white Fusion misconstrued, too, he even used the same sign Lango', too
It seems people take hasty assumption these days
ten racks in a day
In the hood, you know it ain't safe
Yea they think shit all good but it aint
I'm in Brooklyn, I'm drippin' in Saints its
Off White
those two in the same damn sentence
But this nigga really the dumbest pea in the pod
Cheap Fillet-O-Fish, call him McDonald's cod
On a bad day I'm STILL
fish day in Germany,
You can't get shaved in Massachusetts.
How high is up? I'd like to know.
How low is down? And when will we have snow?
If you
and Hennessy
Let this love and do anything
Feeling Alive, just let ha breathe
Taking a ride behind the scenes of life
Living by any means, living the stars
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