Lyrics:
on a victim
Then you lick em with the riffle
Brains in ta lap
Ya mind disconnect
The music pumping loud
Soundtrack to ya death
Stop for a sec
No bodyguard
pumping, and my blood flow jumping.
You're doing too much, now it's you I'm cuffing.
But slow it down, and start from scratch.
We're way too lit, let's
pounce? got these niggaz hypin
Non stop wit it pressure imma keep it comin
Tik Tok fist pumping yeaz I keeps it cummin
Niggaz dogs on the chase so i
the apartments
Whipping German engineering pumping gas but she twerking her bestie iPhone
Working sundress so you know its poking out old school Llac what I slide
remains forever stretching intellect attained via cipher catching (brains) ventricles pumping quite swiftly, my character trait states that no rappers can
getting to the cheese, I’m pumping out music I’m getting this celery
I can’t let nobody mess with my energy I’m on the road to success and getting riches I
for average
I don't walk with no baggage
But I'm quite in my baggage
I'm pumping up the muscle, cause I'm bouta do damage
My hands with havoc, fingers
even if it's punch a clock but you gotta stay....Ay ...ay hold on..
Blood pumping running after this money cardiovascular, country down to the bone but
Smoke something Coughing so hard feel my heartbeat pumping Still rolling up man the blunts keep coming Gotta put it out if my blunt keep running Fire it
to begin a new chapter of my life, ain't write a rap in a month it's been a lifetime, or a nice crime writing this out got me all sweating heart pumping
My only comfort,
Are machines pumping
Sleeping on mirrors
Yes, the crying heals us
The shards of glass
Got me out of class
The blazing lights
Now
were snakes
So I was forced to pumping brakes on the love shit for a minute
Played if safe, stayed guarded but I never let em in it
I let em
don’t alter the cation
And pumping no brakes unfazed okay
We chillin
We just bout in the space ship
Space race space race
He brought the bong with
shoulda gone to church
I got Ten toes on a plane
Ventures on clouds
You Pumping on the breaks
I’m breaking barrier sounds
Finger 8 up to the lames
Wrap a rope around my neck till I’m chocking
Always playing hard to get case open
Blood pumping
Teasing lusting
No touching
Leave with nothing
Killing
pumping, the we start flowin.
Love is a dangerous thing
I know it can hurt
But, don’t let it sink
Remember you got to
Stay strong
Don’t let these hoes
Niggas think they got the juice
Fuck it leave’em dripping
They rather catch me slipping
I rather keep it pumping
You know me MoB
MoB Money over bitches
I
as much as you learn,
I’m tryna get my shit back like I’m pumping an ern
Longest bloodline in the room,
And proud, fight for my rights ‘til I’m in my tomb
Do you know what pain to feel when you see a lifeless in yo chair, steady pumping on his heart but his soul ain’t coming there
Looking
to Georgia tech
Bakk in 2013
When I start having sex
God dne gave me 24
I’m feeling blessed
Blood still Pumping
Herat beat thru my chest
Hit em wit da
and out pumping that bitch fast she said simmer down
Bitch is like a river now oh yeah
Hate when I’m not around
Stupid bitches love to go and fuck with
or nun
I been rolling
With big Marley
We don’t play
We be clutching
Pumping gas at circle k
& I know niggas
Who be fake
Rite in ya face
pushing all of your buttons
It’s getting your blood pumping
Your whole body straight buzzing
Darling I’m about show you something
Do it like they do it in
brain
Remind myself I’ll be okay
My Hearts pumping too fast for my veins
A lots gone on with me for you nothings changed
Late night toking
Bed starts
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