Lyrics:
we thought there might be some toads. When we was surprised by a farmer who told us to get on out of there an' to never come back or he'd call up
That's why we go to thug mansion
That's the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G
At thug mansion
A place to spend my quiet nights,
That's why we go to thug mansion
That's the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G
At thug mansion
A place to spend my quiet nights,
a runner, most days I was a loner
Imaginations as a rider, good ways a lot of static
This lane got so much tragic
The siren became my anthem, I was filled
money circulating with my peoples feel me?
For me I need more than the beat just to be good
You gotta be saying something these requirements from T. Wood
Marching along
Thinking as time goes by
Sing a glad song
Sing all the time
While I make all the people
Feels so good
Treat all my brothers like I
felt like Al Capone with this Tommy gun
Bitch, I'm always number one, not the runner-up
I'm pourin' good codeine, you off the dump-da-dumps
I'm screwed
the only place to be
(The only place to be Yeah)
If you know that you want to get on down
No need to worry ''cause All Saints will be around (Bah bah)
Let me think for a minute before I speak let me ah fuck
Good dope need a dose of it go and throw somethin
Roadrunner in the four runner was a cold
on poor natives
I've come to believe with some degree of certainty
This place locks hearts away as well as the chains you see
But I am stilled by scripture
on fire
After hitting it once
Had to change my number
Cause she stay up in the air
She be flyin, ain't no runner
She could pull up with a friend
They a pair
[Repeat: x4]
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard! (B-R-O-O-K!)
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard! (L-Y-N! Come again!)
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard!
wonder I get speared by my peers, yeah I'm a target
It used to take a nation of millions for niggas not to be
Amerikkka's Most gave America hope
Back when
to level one
But where's the fun
If you never fail, take an L
What's beginners luck
You know what
I might need a second, but just know I ain't no runner up
I
like hoes I see
Nigga get shot by me
I put that Drake on they ass
Hope I get blessed in these streets
Selling this weed
Plus my little hoe shake ass
to be your son
You are my number one
Hook 2
Verse 2
Number one and not the two it’s true
Third is not good enough for you
Runner up ain’t what you do
like you.
I got a hundred beats; all nicer than your joint.
Karaoke MC's need not receive G's; that's the whole point.
Be out within' the crowd; get
her knees getting weaker, aye
Fucking her good that I'm leaving with rugburn on her
Pause, now you ain't speaking, aye
I just be flexing like I'm in
I'll be the one to make a wave
I'm awake, I start my day by hitting all my friends
Time to waste, I like the good times, hope they never end
Catch a vibe
of the year,
It's good advice
Christopher Columbus was a seaman second class
When I told him that the Indies could be found
By sailing to the west instead
ain't me
But you fuckin' for free
Girl, it's 2020
You ain't nothin to me
So whatcha "talkin about"
Girl let me cum in your mouth
I can't be whatcha
Drifting on a memory
Ain't no place I'd rather be
Guess you'd soon be missing me
I know you well
Know you well
All the magic that we shared
Changed
the layers, true fucking players)
(C Notes by the layers, true fucking players)
You gave me two papoose
Both of them were made
When we was on the loose
Place
be there by lunchtime
Then fly to miami for the end of the night dun,
If I ain't a star well then I'm living just like one,
I'm feeling just like um
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