Lyrics:
"Hey, Mr Brown, what's up, what's up?!?"
And he'll, you know, he'll calm right down
Says "Oh Dot, I just, I got out of bed the wrong side this morning, I
like to rock Prada suits and my ass is fat)
I need a ryde or die bitch (no doubt)
(I push the Cadillac truck with my friends in the back)
I need
like to rock Prada suits and my ass is fat)
I need a ryde or die bitch (no doubt)
(I push the Cadillac truck with my friends in the back)
I need
a lullaby
Sing them a lullaby
Sing them a lullaby
Rock a by baby
Rock a by baby
Rock a by baby
Rock a by baby
La la la la la la la
La la la la la
Hah, light ya lighta Damn, I done did some messed up stuff
Rest in peace Tupac I wonder this my last weed I'ma smoke
This for all my dead homies My
the other shit that's goin' in my brain
My brother got out of jail, I only know him by name
He did a nickel and a dime in time, probably be stayin' with my
think we care? I know that they are on the tip
My posse from the Bronx is thick
In real real life, we roll correctly
A lot of suckers would like
Ek sal my wêreld opgee met jou my enkel bed deel
Sing in die reën as ek net by jou kan wees
Ek sal my lewe omkeer vir jou 'n love letter gee
Dit dig
Ayi, Lil Rock, Yeah
Alexx
Lil Stone finna cook this beat
Sheesh Hardik
Lilac Fashion
I'm pullin up in a coupe
Light that gas on
We smoking all
Brown Boy, rock on, uhh
Finger Dally, rock, rock on, uhh
Baby girl, rock, rock on, uhh
Soul Radio
(P-p-please don't go away)
I don't want you to go
crashing all around Us
I need someone inside with me
But with you by my side
We can do anything
And the cloud of this depressions
Got to leave out my bed
palace
On my hands and my knees, I will roll, roll
Roll make myself a bed by the waterside
In my time - in my time - I will roll
Roll roll
In a bed, in
to drown in the juice
Filling up my cups with the crown and the goose
Constantly angry I would just frown and abuse
Mad at the world a king whose crown had
to drown in the juice
Filling up my cups with the crown and the goose
Constantly angry I would just frown and abuse
Mad at the world a king whose crown had
Never change the same when the mic off
Dolo riding the street by my lonely
I remember they ain't want me
I'm that nigga who rock the saucony
Sitting up
hoe blaas die wolf by die hek
En ek kan rock in my taal
Ek maak amok in my taal
Ek kan jou skok in my taal
Ja en ek kan rock in my taal
Hoor hoe brom
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
strip, & give em the nawl
Nigga dont ask for the source
You want a roxicodone but it's dog
Feeling like Charles in Charge ever since they drop that
love gal rasta love mary
Rasta don't love dem but rasta get plenty
Ras wan they bubble butt brown round chubby
Rub, rub then me wrap em like mummy
on bed-rest, that's critically sick
Throwin' bars up for rep
That's physically fit
Monsta Rock IN-S, spit switchin' the clip
And I ain't talkin' bout a bitch
the fiend up in NY that can't be stiffed
Fucking with my dawgs only get
You rained through quick
So much ice in my jewels
I can be from Bedrock
And I smoke
yawn
One slash one slash ninety-one
My teacher sees potential in me says sit down son
Now let me tell you like I heard it, when I felt deserted
they brains hangin'
Straight gettin' down for mine
And I'll fuck up a bitch, cause I don't mind dyin'
So feel me drill me, put a bullet in my head,
they brains hangin'
Straight gettin' down for mine
And I'll fuck up a bitch, cause I don't mind dyin'
So feel me drill me, put a bullet in my head,
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