Lyrics:
silly
All by myself I just know that I’m silly
Feeling this pressure, running out of luck
Grab a piece of the garment
Filling up my cup
Not here for
peace
My flow fly Travolta Greece
Talked him up
John texting now
Let’s meet at 3
Cool I’m wrapping up this session with Alisha keys
My sister had
my livin' style, floatin' from telly to telly
Conspiracy murder plots phone conversations overheard by federal
I'm guessin' fool musta passed away,
Pack up the pack and swing it for the fences (just remember that)
Let's make one thing clear (here)
Here, my dear, my resolute for this year
No
by Willie Dixon
Copyright 1967 (renewed) Hoochie Coochie Music (BMI)
Gypsy woman told my mama
'while 'fore I was born.
Got a boy child comin'
gotta find myself
Risk your life for some luck and be replaced
Freebandz Tune, can't put me in my place
I was paranoid, these niggas just tryna race
Ho
and don'ts
Not a record of your faults
He gave his life pay it all
(Dear John) He loves you just the way you are
You are forgiven by His scars
Just open up
I used to roll my blunts
With my empty stems
Used to press my luck
Slide in Em's DMs
I would fill my cup
With my new best friends
That's when prides
of a movement
Yeah I'm speaking for my Unashamed crew
That ain't never touched the stage but they walkin' they just doin' this
Rise up
If we all rise up
That'd
blastin' through your car auxiliary
They wanna John Lennon me, or John Kennedy
Since I been on, I feel my adrenaline goin'
It take me back to the corners
So I live just like john montgotti, ha
I trust nobody
[chorus]
[master p]
Yeah you know what I'm saying this goes out to all my niggaz out there
In
of luck
Can't live longer
Can't live longer
If they kill my dawg
Rock out like John Wick
Got a hit stick
Like Marshawn Lynch
Trunk his ahh
We going to run
a given
Got the strap around me its not staying hidden
Gotta keep a girl for a bit thats my mission
Broke up with me the same way just gained suspicion
ako Scofield
John McClane, po tom skle behám bosý
Odchádzam do noci
A kým ty spíš, strážim ťa ako sentinel
Obrazy života si odkladám do mojich textov,
cnd niggas they be fruity, they be all up on my dick, bitch
I'm on that bitch just like a mouse, and make her pussy click, bitch
cnd I got pros
of a white Chevy Tahoe
She's a little up there, down here
Puts a little King James in my John Deere
Thank the Lord the girl's got my back
Hangs her halo
, please take me away from this
I will wait by the door 'till a quarter to four
Just a beep, and I'll flee like a prisoner of war
I will thank you and love
pots
My luck was good I could do no wrong
I just kept on rollin' and controllin' them bones
Finally they just threw up their hands and said
When
up let me spank him and ground him
They call me SpongeBob how I'm laughing at you John John got the swag just like my name was Matthew
I got absolute
them again (who)
Niggas hotter then you
It's like cop car lights with my rocks in view
Pay homage to Luck a.k.a Chrissie Wallace
Chick about them
Yo!
John.
What's up?
Yo, I'm going to put the song about your house on the album. Is that cool?
Uh Yeah, I just don't want to have any, like,
(Scatting by Scatman John)
Only you,
Only you,
Only you,make my dream come true.
Only you,
Only you,
Only you,make my dream come true.
grinnin'
Playing Dangerous
If you're by my side
Then tonight will be your night
Aye
Good Luck
Good Luck
Good Luck
Just let it ride
Good Luck
Good Luck
Good
people
Kill sportspeople, kill salespeople right now im feeling like a tribespeople uh
Y'all just came into my barrier I'm terrorising ain't no demising
JK
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