Lyrics:
want you to leave (Swae Lee)
I'm in love with the fantasy
Of you and me in a dream (Of love)
Holding hands standing by the sea
Everyday I don't you want
nine-inch nails, through each one of my eyelids? (Uh-huh)
Wanna copy me and do exactly like I did? (Yeah, yeah)
Try 'cid and get fucked up worse that my
(Niemans)
But I'ma go and tell the truth, lil' mama nasty
I can't give that bitch a dime, please don't ask me
It's Gucci, boy, this corduroy (corduroy)
barely wear tight jeans (flex)
She like, "Boy, you geeked up," bitch, I might be (yeah)
9-millimeter and I squeeze it like a Hi-C (baow)
Talk too much
partially with em
It's was instilled in me to do what I can while it's sitting... If I can't it ain't no man in the land .. they need Williams...
cll our
people gone think you crazy
And when you doing yo own a n**** can't tell you nathing', OH LORD
Aye rockstar living man I want new Givenchy
Serena Williams
stunts
I just pull up
I just pull up
I just pull up
Up
Yeah that boy he my enemy
He no friend to me
What you oughta be
Aye
William pulled up
Don't wanna
love to stare cause dey know dey see da money.
I open up a mind by openin bank accounts,
Deposit a 100 stacks, break up or take it out.
Baby dats
feat. Zee
[Verse 1: Murphy Lee]
You make a brotha want to faint (damn!)
Or put you on a plate, sock you up wit a mu'fuckin' biscuit
Maan, it was
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
and laughter
Homicide is humor and nigga you looking funny
Women love to stare cause they know they see the money
I open up my mind by opening bank accounts
give it all a-
Still drippin' in finesse (Goddamn)
Man, I got figures and flows, I'm a different kind of F
Got a Lambo and a Rolls, that's a different
#3 get yo chance up
If I'm passing man just know that I lead
I'm locked in the lab like I'm goin spike lee
If you still don't believe don't come by me
ain't nothin', I'm used to it
I rock shit up top and match boots to it
Major dough; ayyo, I'm fine and I'm able
Six wit' a roof like a dinin' room
the rap... I didn't see a need to call it some hit up at bat ..
It's like a ghost just haunting you like where the poverish relax.... cin't nothing that you
nine-inch nails, through each one of my eyelids? (Uh-huh)
Wanna copy me and do exactly like I did? (Yeah, yeah)
Try 'cid and get fucked up worse that my
like brawlhalla, send your ass straight to Valhalla
I fuck your bitch, then I fuck up your momma
I like her pussy just without the drama
She give me head
baby
Girl give that man his phone,
Better keep all of that energy when I get home, yeah
I think your bitch fucked up cause you hit me up,
You hit
I leave him beheaded
Put your neck inside the guillotine
Can't wait to see the looks of disbelief
On all the faces of the haters
And people that
friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint
That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti
Like the body cool keep the strap up by the naughties
(Give me a chance, girl I'm the man)
Give me a chance I'm the one ya lovin' come on..
Verse 1 [Murphy Lee]
I'm sorta like my brotha but very
Dizzy Gillespie is presented by Don Sebesky
I be cranking mad jack, got mad stacks of cool-out
You know we pull the smoke tool out
I give props
dirty, then go take a bath.
Messed up the line?
Nope, sometimes I don't rhyme.
Help yourself to a cracker, with a spread of cheddar cheese,
Have
then go take a bath.
Messed up the line?
Nope, sometimes I don't rhyme.
Help yourself to a cracker, with a spread of cheddar cheese,
Have a neck
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