Lyrics:
Those experiences did complete you
Move off the accessories
Age on the experience
Remedy for itching leaves a mark on the spot
Art means getting used for
Was it a red dirt road or an old two-lane
Did you leave one day in a cloud of dust
Lay down some blacktop marks, break some hearts
Did you tear ‘em
kitten print Gucci the red bottom and leather
I'm a roll me up this mango
Poor you some amaretto
I got time
Yeah yeah
Won't be no minor offense
No no
Girl
of Ciroc
Crib on the water got LeBron up the block
Money ain't the thing baby welcome to the Mark
Diced pineapples talking diamonds by the jar
Bitch so
the nigga been doing dirt for years
He gets in, he gets out, but this time it's the Feds
So I know it's serious business
Heads or tails, death or jail
witneesed a driveby?
Okay, make sure you have your camcorder ready
to witness the extracurricular activities on blacks by the police,
so you and your
Pull up hit yo mama where it hurt (yeah)
You got no build boy, i put you in the dirt (yeah)
Feed you to the birds, you get no desert
Drive-by leave
word!
Like a bird, he'll drop a sky turd!
Amnesia- he forgot a lighter!
Mark's a guy who's one tough survivor!
But he'll run and hide because
He's not
by the wall!
You got lots have Potential!
You decide to choose a
Wrong judgement to live a life
Wearing orange stripes like beehives?
Come on man!
You
ringer
So, until next time boys and girls, goodbye!
Cunters journey home, toodaloo, ta ta - and fuck off!!
From the "rollercoaster malpractice"
The One Finger Ringer
So, until next time boys and girls, goodbye!
Cunters journey home, toodaloo, ta ta - and FUCK OFF!!
From the 'Rollercoaster
in the dirt uhhh huhh
After the Fall
And Remember how all the
fantasies worked
Little flags in front of the tract homes
by the church
It's
holding me by the neck and I'm stuck inna game
Attaching myself to the core of the rotten the rotten what I have become under names
I'm not really crazy I'm
Brodie put you in the dirt and left you slept out
Slept out
Leave you slept out
All that talkin' get you hurt, leave you slept out
X marks the spot up
This that cloud nine music, Jason Nero put the record on
Party slippin' by the red light, oh there he go
Mask on, creep up, then we drive slow
Ain't
Red lights set the mood, shawty
Girl you know I know what to do with your body
Just give me the greenlight, late night, like 2 in the morning
There's
big dog B-I-G D-E-E-Z
Shaq Diesel, Kay Slay (Kay Slay)
Money Mark (Money Mark) Studda Box, Box
DJ Kay Slay:
Yeah it's the Champions, Kay Slay, Greg
ignoring the signs
Red flags are waved but I'm blind
Cause girl I adore you
Cause girl I adore you
What you been doing lately
Mysterious girl driving me
feel your legs kid
I'm a gangsta corporate hustla, my voice is illustrious
Hounded by vicious dons, nigga we armed, trust me bruh
They yellin' Chef,
them ding dongs
cause in the ghetto everbody got nicknames
like Master p, Lil Roy, and Big Man
eyes red, dank to the head
I'm not Snoop Dogg but I feel
(lynch):
Feel my nature rise, blood shot red eyes
Waitin' in your back seat, catch you by surprise
Situations and circumstances make you take them
Pick me Number one above
On Instagram looking for love
Feel free or Smothered
Guilt free covered in lipstick kiss Marks
Tattoos will Puncture my
them ol' grey mules
The farm grew to be a moneymaker
And the house he lived in grew up room by room
The boy worked hard but soon got tired
Long Beach, stand up! (Plain Pat, what up?)
It's your hometown boy Mark Spitz and uh
Now I've been getting fucked
Up all night long
This weed
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