Lyrics:
round-up in the sky.
I'm the carry-out kid when my trigger's in cock.
I'll be carryin' out bodies stiff as a rock.
Carryin' out a million dollars in my
(Uh uh ah) Let me put my arms around your head
(Dom do ah) Gee, it's hot, let's go to bed
Don't forget to turn on the light
Don't laugh babe,
(Uh uh ah) Let me put my arms around your head
(Dom do ah) Gee, it's hot, let's go to bed
Don't forget to turn on the light
Don't laugh babe,
and my daughter gettin' chased by my son
The water gun is in his arms, that lil' nigga can run
He get it from his daddy side, you know, them Nigerians
of sleeping
For twenty-two years my mum was doing the cleaning
Dreaming that her kids would have a better life
Go in bed at night, struggling with getting by
did and do shit that's better than new shit (what)
Fit for two clips (what)
The kid is a nuisance (yeah)
Aw man, he's inspired by his own gangsta
Notre Dame
Golden Arms is bronze, buddah palm hit Qu'ran
It blows extreme, mean stream be the theme
Supreme team, America's Cream Team, redeemed
Vidal
Fuck a baby daddy, take his kid’s Mott’s
Leave both dem bastards pissed off
Fuckin on yo auntie, got a wristwatch
I’m tryna buy da world wit dis big cock
See I was, born in sewage
Born to make bomb music
Flow tight like I was born Jewish
Used the streets as a conduit
I kept arms 38 longs inside my mom's
kept arms
Thirty eight longs inside my mom's Buick
At any given moment Shawn could lose it, be on the news
Iron cuffs, arms through it; or stuffed
wake up fine and dandy
But then by the time I find it handy
To rip my heart apart and start
Planning my crash landing
I go up, up, up, up, up
(Uh uh ah) Let me put my arms around your head
(Dom do ah) Gee, it's hot, let's go to bed
Don't forget to turn on the light
Don't laugh babe,
the sky.
I'm the carry-out kid when my trigger's in cock.
I'll be carryin' out bodies stiff as a rock.
Carryin' out a million dollars in my pockets
right by me
So they talk but they don't wanna try me
Ha, treat your main bitch like my chattel
You leave the house she go on my YouTube channel
Topped off
rich
I done had dreams since a youngin was a kid
House on the hills that's just how im tryna live
Feel like i'm doing this by myself
It's a one man army
Maybach shit
Cameras in the ceiling, Seline on my arm
We get ghost, you already know what it is
Money stuffed in my bag
Maybach shit
Bright lights
did and do shit that's better than new shit (what)
Fit for two clips (what)
The kid is a nuisance (yeah)
Aw man, he's inspired by his own gangsta
don't nuttin move but the money
Ayo strong arm that kid right there with wavy hair
Billy Johnson, snatched him out his whip in Times Square
Took his
of
Everyone was full
Everyone was there
As I drifted off to sleep
In the arms of grandpa's chair
The kids went off to college
Flights were all delayed
Not
field
He was a good fielder. He had a good arm
Iva was the prettiest girl at Carlisle
Their marriage saw the birth of four kids and argyle
Bought a home
in our loving arms
we've missed your tender touch
the kids, they miss their mom
I miss my loving wife
we're gathered round the Christmas tree
for your
by the way they do The dad grew older and the kid did too One day dad said '''son, I think I'm deathly ill You better put me on that burning boat,
Don't let 'em run, hurry up and catch 'em
You grab an arm, I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em
Play pussy, get fucked means you're better off
fine, got you in my sight
I surrender, won't put up a fight
You're my darling, I adore you
I'll stand by you, always be true
Spaced up kid, won't
Discuss these kids aflame by arms Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In