Lyrics:
try to take away my spins
Let it sing
I still do it from the soul
If I loose my way
May I be rerouted
Back in my lane
Because we all make mistakes
My
shots?
Riding with bro if he wrong or he not
I been getting money
I run through the knots
Dummy got hit tryna spin through this block
Acting tough got him
Perform his work but remember we hold the ace
For, if Miss Daaé sings, he is certain to attend
We make certain the doors are barred
We make certain our
your home
Or better yet I put your son to the chrome
Turn the music up and unplug the phone
I will kill him, read my lips
You too, motherfucker if I
your home
Or better yet I put your son to the chrome
Turn the music up and unplug the phone
I will kill him, read my lips
You too, motherfucker if I
behind that big gum tree
It's an emu! Is he playing tag
Watch him as he pokes his friends, then runs away with a zig and a zag
If you get a little closer
just somebody
He can live without
If he don't know what he's got now
Just let him go
He'll only know what he's lost when
He's all alone it's too
dese opp niggas have it
Das My heart just know that he clicking
W2 life since Huggies been grinchin
Cee da lo and just get to da green
Copping pleas cus
money
Rollin dice, and I neva thought a game of Cee-Lo
Could take my man life, Over 3 cdnt, My son was a little bit
A nigga flash heat, he flipped
the window to see who that is
If he
Swerve a lil' bit, we gon' let this bih hit
Yeah
Jack-in-the-box, bitch, I'm poppin' out
Niggas don't really want beef
and that's the thing that's wrong the most, because you can not be hitting somebody elses disabled son, even if he's being stubborn let him cool off himself,
the gun
We burn the noose, break the knife
We sing the anthem of life
So we are the ones, the ones that put down the gun
We burn the noose, break the knife
right by the runway let me feel like bree
This c's'll come like a pocket rocket now the gang in Central with Cee
Had my case papers printed now I've got
a vacation and I almost got fired
The man gave me permission to take a break
Vacation from the hardships in life, it's strife by the stake
The day came,
these niggas trying to take down
Break down, tray pound, eight rounds
He ain't feeling nothing from the waist down
Hit up, lit up, he never gonna get
on a victrola - it is Enrico Caruso Tosca e Lucevan Le Stelle, Act III (link below to YouTube)
Attorney General, Philander Knox enters, he’s holding
But I'm going to let him tell you what it is
Come ONN
I am on top of the Hillz Like an ankle or shin
Me and stew was fucked up we was down on our
We
aggressively hitting the claw machine
I'm trying to explain to him that we are all just atoms
So he might as well let me go
Taking the wildest Huff of Bengay
Ayy
Feelin' young but they treat me like the OG
And they want the tea on me, I swear these bitches nosy
Said he put some money on my head, I guess
the playboy too when I sing my rhymes I'm never
Fake when ya start my beat that's when I break on you and it don't stop
And it don't stop and it won't stop
won't be laughing no more when you're gone
Cos girl you shine in a world so dark
If he breaks you down baby break his heart
Just know that he ain't up
strengthening
If it ain't done by me
Then it's done by Zee
Cause that's my brethren
I'd ride for him and he'd ride for me
That's no cap or questioning
Luke 14
boom, ended it with a nice punchline and everything
And then I'm like, hell yeah, let's see how this ends
He's like, oh shit, it wasn't recording
I'm
denied, but he mixin weed and hop
His head was noddin' up and down like he agreed a lot
Bored, said, "We need a plot," I comply, "Let's leave the spot"
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