Lyrics:
the car that I've always wanted
Wave as I saw my neighbour
"Hello, yo ít is a new car with 24" alu"
I would have the girl that I love by my side
Head for
happened
What???
Say what you want just make sure you don't
What?
Naughty by nature just digga
I hustle like nipplsee I love em figures
Punches carry
than yours
I'm just on some other shit
I'm all about the beats and the lyrics
So when you hear it you can feel it
The vibe is energized by
than yours
I'm just on some other shit
I'm all about the beats and the lyrics
So when you hear it you can feel it
The vibe is energized by
three of dem
Nigga I been high I all day
Since I hopped out the bed I been fly all day
Hit that 118 baby slide my way
You don't wanna come by then it's
'll be living so I gotta sing to them
Here's a song for yall I'm pouring out my heart to
You can think that this is "By Your Side pt.2"
I feel like I
me
That's so Adriano (Yea yea)
That's so Adriano (Yea yea)
Tryna help me?
That's like soup being cooked by 4 cooks
The first 3 messed up, by the fourth
it hard to see
We all equal, some with needles
Some with 3rd degree
Time to be who we called to be
We is one
And one is we
Tell me who we running from
Now she need a repair kit
This a relay race bro I'm 30 out of this dick
Call bro for the pass to assist hand me the blit
I'm gon' get shit done P.T
I saw Elvis washing clothes
In the launderette by the growth
Watchin' powder on his nose
Down the Harrow Road
He was talkin' 'bout a song
Had it
'm still trying to drop three albums by Labor Day, motherfucker
Saturday morning cartoons
Filling up a medical balloon with some hot sauce
Goddamn, I saw
Only thing left this song that I wrote for you, damn
Aye, three verses
Moms Killa Kels and you, three purses
Us against the world, it don't matter we
when I see you out in public
I can tell that you gettin it
Them shopping sprees are dating
She remind herself by phone
And she passing all her classes
dealt
I felt like dying just the other day 'cause Satan was trying
Walking too close by my side
Stay still, please don't move your soul you could lose
no tip
No 3.5 I smoke by the zip
Pull up on a opp make em' valet the whip
Kill em with style get em' murked in my drip
Pull up on a opp make em' valet
Slangin narcotics
I juss socked tha shit out a fiend fo runnin off wit a nigga product
Heiron he shot it
Into his veins
Got it by sellin everythang
the door to lifes mystery I grant you three
Wishes so make em' all count with sworn secrecy there's no dollar amount wish one would be tons
Of unlimited
like a 3 pt contest
But I don’t compete these niggas
N Ian walking round with teflon vest
Cause I’m da one pulling da triggers
How I get money
and crash
Or maybe someone will come by with a match
And light this up like the dank from your stash
They callin me Twig because I'm skinny
I don't need a wig
about race but the police will rush you
They push our buttons on-screen and still expect me to be on stand by
I’m at war with the scene, I’ll step
to kunszt
W sieci toczą się bitwy hejterzy toczą żółć
Biznes się kręci wielu chce tworzyć trendy
Nie muszą pić tu alko by mieć tu swoje brand'y
To z miasta
heaven permits
Sincerely yours it's your chain smoking poet
Not sure what to say so i guess i'll just end it
Part 3: judge, jury, executioner
These rhymes
the nighttime
Time is by my silhouette, tired of being a harbinger of bad news
Tired of paying rent, and I'm tired of paying dues
And I'm tired of being polite,
flown it
I am not an idiot cause I'm trying to own it
Little kids look at me and say that "you best"
1.3 million in the U.S. some label exec gettting in
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