Lyrics:
Stick you for your drug money
Chip ice off your chain
Your life just blacked like dirty burns to your left jaw
Chorus
We sick yeah yo my crew run
Ay yo, this that shit you bob your head to
This that brand new instrumental
I heard he put his city on
That boy Kells so influential
Success got
Young n**** but I got an old soul, I'm just living life on a tightrope
Last name king so I'm coming for the throne, I'm just living life
I'm done, I'm gonna leave this town
So sick of these guys throwing me on down
These niggas not enough to stop me, so wow
Growing a lot to one day, I
who she got faith in
Changing your faces, Stark how its so instrumental
In playing what you’re classically trained in
Pulled all my strings, sang me
Ayo this is no lie
Me and my niggas gettin' high
Yo if you look up in the sky
You might see us floating by
Ayo this is no lie
Me and my niggas
a Hold on Wait
Baby too pretty I'm here in yo city
Just keepin it litty you need to fuck wit me
I'm straighter than remy my drip on infinity
Makin em dance
[Tech N9ne]
Yo, wassup baby?
How you been?
It's been a long time since I talked to you last
I got a question, you still with homeboy?
why'know
mbare non è colpa mia
Tutti contenti tanti contati
Tu t'accontenti? mbare non è colpa mia
Eyo I'm so sick tipo Ne-yo
Ispirato dal mare abdotto da un
do to me, all night long!
(your my sex toy)
Tech N9ne, hella freaky baby
(Yeah, Yo, Check it..)
I see you lookin at me starin' at techa nina baby
I
Amiel Lord
Année: 2019
Tout droit réservé
Instrumental by: Black James . Record by : Amiel Lord . Mixing by : Black James
of police?
I'm sick of y'all dictating how we speaking our peace
So I do this in remembrance of the streets
When the Rona got rid of that 40-hour workweek
I'm
to swim
So if you want my love then how bout you lemme live
Sick of that shit (you could get it all)
(Lala lala laalaa laaaa)
(Wooowoo wowowowo
Wowo wowo
to get set up, by a crooked cop
So I'm sittin back, rhyming on instrumentals
Anything I touch, it turns monumental
Me and Jerry Wonder, we keep it credible
again)
All my niggas be blowin' on trees
Hands so sick so they throwin' up keys
You know it, you know it
You know it, you know it
I say all y'all
this
Take that dead shit on
And if you're bitch in the club with ass on me
I'm gonna take that home.
By the sinister TECH N9NE
By the sinister, by
I'm back, know you sick so I'm wishin' you well
I'm back, grindin' hot and tuck in yo' tail
I'm back, soon as I hit da crowd gon' yell, well I'm back
It's all about the tempo
It's all about the tempo
I do what I want
I do what I want
On top of this instrumental
Ahead of the game and official
Don't
a doppelgänger
Why the fuck you change up?
This life I’m chasing supplied a nigga with a lack of patience
So sick of waiting, just want my payment
Thought I was
honnête, et de bien se
Décoder .
Yaway: 1)(holdup) - say Im binded by the soul/
(Supa).. &; No one can ever buy my soul/
(That’s right) So
Niggas softer than these hoes, they so sentimental
Why you acting like a bitch? Boy you in yo feelings
Every since a snotty nose, I been wanted Millies
of you
Yo voice yo style everything about you so cute
Got me on mute when we talk I just get lost by the view
Of yo eyes and the way that we vibe shawty
Back when Dot was hangin' at Top's in the Benzo
Freestylin' to them Chronic instrumentals
No pens and pencils, I was out there Bloodin' like
on instrumental
Records, hey, so I can write monumental
Methods, I'm not the King
But niggas is decaf, I stick 'em for the cream
Check it, just how deep can
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