Lyrics:
hit up Little Haiti and get some ganja
Real player like
Steady makin' advances, so fuck your man, bitch
I'll make his face kiss Stan Smiths
Banned
hit up Little Haiti and get some ganja
Real player like
Steady makin' advances, so fuck your man, bitch
I'll make his face kiss Stan Smiths
Banned
blow. Pass that. Grab my glock
to make my getaway smooth. Close your eyez, no surprise, bitch
boom. Stick N Move...
CHORUS Mov'n N Mov'n out, take
It's been a long time
Long time
It's been a long time
Been a long time comin'
Baby, I've been speaking my mind
Since Ocarina of Time
Dropped
Lyrics:
VERSE
Stop counting the stars
Clear off your thoughts
Let me be the air for you
Tell me we'll be fine
Make up your mind
And save your tears
watching to the top of the roster
Made the A-team
Now you hate me
Alien being
Make beats
Fiends roll up trees
Paint the canvas
But I don't wanna have it
Inspire all minds
$hordy tryna go viral
Pulled up in coup with no ceiling and she gave me a smile
And she wavy n she wild
When we mix up ye you
all of your order[01:01.20]In my mind there's no borders[01:02.06]I get geeked you a stoner[01:02.84]Six feet three in this league bitch I'm
“All Eyes On Me”
Nowadays its hard to trust mutha fuckers
Shaking my hand and telling me, that your my brother??
When life is shooting me down
to search through an entire oasis for
You're out your mind if you think I'm gonna waste it
Thirty two and approaching a new pick
Your biggest star couldn't
I know you're coming here to snoop
Trying to get a leg in my hola hoop
I see you brought the big guns
Picking out your bullets one by one
I ain't
really care o yeah
Natural beauty no need make up cause she ah no rookie
Accept all your flaws
Sometimes you’re moody
Attracted by you mind not the size
drop
Down, high break, free from they Glocks
Make prisoners out in Rikers Island think outside the box
This couldn't have been predicted by the Mayans
leave you by any means riding
All on your own I gotta get inside-a
Beat up your pussy until you feel numb
Making thum, tha tha tha da thump
Forgetting
revealing your ace
He's a mix of music master
And a fit for flag carrier
Fix you something strong
Like a liquor with a barrier for lightweights
Step up in
mail it back
Watch your tone
Who the fuck you yellin' at?
I will beat the fuck out you like your dad
Shoot this bitch up if you make me mad
Pop another E
Never mind Jordans broer pay your rent
Gotta walk before you crawl take baby steps
I did make a mess accidental I never meant to
They believe lies
a baller in a Volkswagen
You better hush homes and squash that braggin
(Yo what's up Mix, I got a Benzo too)
(Could I say something?)
There's something
'cause it's cursed
makin' money makes a difference day by day so I gotta stay
paid, no doubt, day in and day out
This life is like a vicious cycle
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
circulation
Breathin', eatin', the whole situation
When we do our shit we do our shit for real
While you take your money for your deal and make your own
circulation
Breathin', eatin', the whole situation
When we do our shit we do our shit for real
While you take your money for your deal and make your own
sense then I'll reiterate quick (uh)
Blinded by your shine, if I close my eyes, your light cuts the curtains as if you were divine
Diamonds from the coal,
by your vision make your own decision
cnd na get trapped by no glitter and gold
Watch by your vision
Betta know yourself
Watch by your vision
Know
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