Lyrics:
Yo, I've chose the old school beat with some lyrics
It's the rule of the rap genre
Y'all say that I need to keep the heat
cfter I defeat critics
Yo, I've chose the old school beat with some lyrics
It's the rule of the rap genre
Y'all say that I need to keep the heat
After I defeat critics
(we the best)
Just pulled over in my 7-5
Big bottle on the dash, hope he let me slide
Got 20 in the trunk you can bet me 5
20 minutes in they dump
monotone
-(Verse3)- Cliowen
20 ans plus tard Lyrics yo ap prototype pi rèd (still)
M’ap toujou ret mwen menm m’ap still cohérent m’direct
Chire anba bwa’w
oblivion, missing the clues
Fooled by this white washed tradition
Refrain from these chains in your mind
Take a little time just to recognize
You're stuck in
Woulda Coulda Shoulda
Music by S. Christensen/G. Madden. Lyrics by G. Madden
You said that’s what you would’ve done
Kinda late to be talkin’ bout
Now loading the
Young Skipper Radio Network
Ten percent
Twenty percent
Thirty percent
Forty
Fifty percent
Sixty
Seventy
Eighty
Ninety
Let's get it
please say hi
Sing along the lyrics one more time
This is our graduation this our time
Batch of 20 22 we to waiting to shine
Put in these work yeah we put
the revelation
Polygram buy Def Jam for twenty million
MCA buy Polygram for eleven billion
I come to Sony and get pimped by the Haitian-Sicilians
streets for nineteen years and not leaving
My first priority's to reach twenty-one breathing
Forever beef, nobody will ever be even
So I grab the heat
streets for nineteen years and not leaving
My first priority's to reach twenty-one breathing
Forever beef, nobody will ever be even
So I grab the heat
Master P
Golds in They Mouth Lyrics
[Chorus 2X: Master P]
Them boys from the south.. got golds in they mouth..
Don't trust them when this sun
Felix Mitchell made money in 20 g stacks
Moses split the sea, King Tut wore gold
And Jesus, he's the King, so the story is told
But my posse, we keep
Beaming through like a sunroof for the vibe
I been less impressed you lyrics I'm not gon' lie
Spending all my time writing rhymes and getting high
made it here by walking round with the spirit
Didn't really think I'd be writing this in my lyrics
Unexpected like when they judge you off your
the people in distance I air fly[01:05.81]Moving fast as lyrics that's written by Tech 9[01:08.79]Flyer than the rest, higher than the best[01:11.46]Wes Lee
pain
Can't wait until my son shine and together we reign
My queen's by my side like Manhattan
Fuck rapping, this is poetic conviction
My rendition is
hoe
Just go home
Get back in your Mercedes on your solo
Wrap it up rapid, got the studio blasting
Pack my bag, I got a package
Bag of lyrics, it's
how Im kickin shyt, think I chase bitches not really I'm chasin a bill(Benjamin)
Tryna get racked up like Wimbledon, say I'm complex with my lyrics
Watch the crowd burst from lyrics that I say
To make the brothers get ill, and by the way Dukes
If that's your girl in the corner stay up on her
that means and I'll
I'll, I'll try to- try my best to do it for you)
(Going back to The Matrix)
I'm twenty-two and the world becomes uninhabitable by
for that)
Brown paper bag (we the best)
Just pulled over in my 7-5
Big bottle on the dash, hope he let me slide
Got 20 in the trunk you can bet me
Is y'all ready for Twenty-0-7, it's now another drought
Everyone's a killer, wow we bugging out
Since 86 showing the crowd what I'm about
And they
Is y'all ready for Twenty-0-7, it's now another drought
Everyone's a killer, wow we bugging out
Since 86 showing the crowd what I'm about
And they
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