Lyrics:
me
Every time I step out the house, they wanna fight over me
Maybe 'cause I'm hot to death, and I'm so, so, so sexy
All the boys, all the silly
and the come up
I love my niggas to death, no cap (No cap)
These bitches they cap, us niggas trap (Us niggas trap)
I'm whippin the pot, I'm cooking ham
ysl I'mma slimer
I'm chasing spiders, you don't wanna test me
Homie I'm a fighter five finger death punch down from the wire (uhh)
Came down from
tastes so sweet
Death tastes so sweet
A one way ticket to paradise
Light us up like fireflies
Take a seat and watch us die
Welcome to the afterlife
feet
The daintiest satin on your jet seats
What a world to be upon
Guess it’s all ‘bout how you take it on
Can’t marvel at the light
‘Till you accept
your seat
May be the only reason I'm alive right now
And it could be the death of me
May be the only reason I'm alive right now
The only thing that sets
to the death
We gonna make it to the top, just one more step
Get this money, it don't matter if it's cash or check
We gonna make it to the top, just one more
Better watch how you talk, better watch where you walk
On the streets of New York, that's how we get down
22's on the jeep, something deep in the seat
hearts
Got this on repeat
We're all off our seats
We dance for the stars
P to the I, I to the T
I see the future Becky to the G
I own companies,
on repeat, we're all off our seats
Reachin' for the stars (Oh oh)
P to the I, I to the T
I see the future, Becky to the G
I own companies, yeah, that's sweet
and S-P in and out, haul for the streets
Turn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats
Rock that shit, every corner, knock that shit
Niggas try
Just let me give you real street shit
To rap in yo' shit with
We clap yo' seat, we whyle this heat
Keep bouncin up and down these streets
So nod yo'
you real street shit,
To rap in yo' shit with
We clap yo' seat, we whyle this heat
Keep bouncin up and down these streets
So nod yo' head and
Break yo'
As I walk through the street
45 on my front, AK on my back seat
Smokin' your fat ass across the street
Then I ask myself "How do I survive?"
How can
body bleeding
Drowning in your seat (ah ah)
She's gonna love ya to death
She hands around the bar
And dressed to kill
If her perfume don't get 'em
are different than before, can't ignore
I'm whipping the foreign
Back to the future, time paradox, leave tire marks like a DeLorean
In the front seat
You're fucked
And you could die in your sleep overnight from a flesh wound
Or maybe not but you'll be fighting off death soon
I've been stuck inside
Vonte Negus
Aha
Eva clean wen mi walk out
Mek every gyal start fi march out
Thugs know weh mi a talk bout
Legion
Mi stay clean and fresh to death
reporting disaster on an old black & white, but i leaped from my seat and i switched off the screen, now Death bounces from rooftop antennas unseen
Death
doomed, enjoy the singing
The sword of Damocles is swinging
And if I hear your cell-phone ringing
I'll kill you myself
The whole "being dead" thing
Death
her long ago
And fall is not death
Absence is sweet
Your heart wants a face
Like the leaves want your feet
Fall is not death
A brick wall is
Quick wit the hex
Leave you stressed
Take a seat
Before you get this beat
This ain't no hide 'n' seek
Stick'n out ya tongue
I gotta tip for you
Love all the real ones who really enjoy all my stuff and shit (Stuff and shit)
I need a sesh all alone just with me
Whenever today or the day of my death
Nothing less then the sting of death brought us together
I sat and listened to the priest tell lies
To appease loved ones in their seats
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