Lyrics:
Fresh out the gate
We gon' flood 'em
You know what it is (Hitmaker)
It's that Moroccan Sahara Desert, where it meet the ocean at (Sound)
Montana
her yet
Go back you fool while you can
You wonder around the honky tonks acting fancy free
So blinded by those tavern lights that you can't see
on the floor, in the living room with some friends colorin'
He walks by, kicks my arm and goes "Whoops" and just laughs
I yelled for mom (mom) and as she's
hit a chair
Knocked out his tooth and it flew through the air
Grabbed his head by the back of his hair and slammed him into the fridge
She landed
in his arms, broken
A young mind distorted emotions, is there an upside?
His brother got murdered up North by milletas
Ma-ma, battlin', cancer,
I never had much money
I never won a race
My jokes don't end that funny
And I had door slammed on my face
But I think you've charmed me
I always
tell em all I got a new plan, but that's, all I really gotta do fam. Too slammed.. Try to say they wasn't, then it's "Ooo, damn! Too much shit I gotta do
Super fly like so, niggas lying like "So?"
Still spit it how I live it on the Hill, here I go, go
Hey all I do is go and go by this and that
you just board an ocean liner?
Fancy meeting you here!
Didn't we agree that our affair was too frantic,
And we'd both feel good divided by the wide
G.I.s dressed with automatic rifles and fully armed for battle, fanned out on maneuvers through the woods, backed up by a dozen Blackhawk attack
Worried man worried man I'm a weary worried man
Hungry babies don't understand papa is a worried man
The place I used to draw my pay slammed
and drove away
Then I turned my radio on
And did 50 all the way home
I pulled up in the driveway
Hopped out and slammed the car door
Then go around
they stranded in de Sahara
Smoke bombs, salute all my niggaz who smoke charms
Let's take it to the garden or fields and smoke out the fat farms
a whole safari
in an underbrush
That isn't easy!
Went over the Sahara
on an old pair of skies
I did some acrobatics
on the high trapeze
Look Man
got rich
Twenty-three thousand, spend it on an outfit
Versace know me by my muthafuckin' first name
Twenty-three grand, eight thousand on my fuckin'
motherfuckin questions it was time
somebody taught the stupid bitch a good lesson
I snuck in the house by the back door
it was like a scene from psycho
the bitch
Tank top white tees and some Nike airs
Then I'm interrupted by the ring on the phone
Def Jam Kevin Liles tellin me that it's on
Saying Murray meet
in the sahara sand
So don't scam me, don't try to double cross me
Like Tennessee ghouls, I'll nail that ass to the cross, b
Revenge mode, I live
cut
I was tired plus I had a rash on my butt
There was this lady in a pinto croup
About ninety years old I could tell by the droop
Driving all fast
on
And did 70 on the way home
I pulled up in the drive way hopped out and slammed the car door
Then go around the back bust up in the house
And she screaming
and a little wolfsbane
Well we were at the door
And when it opened inside there were freaks galore
Their eyes glowed as if lit by an eerie light
I said "I don't
buy
Now I'm shot down
She turned me out slammed the door.
Why I keep coming back I don't know.
I don't know.
I want her,
She's a four cornered
Well the kids came out to play last Sunday morning
And I came in from playing all night long
I walked in and slammed the door and put my cigarette
The reason why I'm not with you
I thought you didn't want to be with me
I stayed up all last night
Tryin' to figure why you slammed the door on me
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