Lyrics:
Spotlight’s flashing,
It’s hard to imagine,
But the bigger picture’s clearer than these champagne glasses,
Knew I had the talent, I just mixed it
your mind but I know I won't
A love of the ocean or a fear of the land?
Love the comfort of bed or just too tired to stand?
You're living life like
ha... bringing the melody back
I get your fingers to snap bobbing your head to the track
And realize it's my time I ain't pretend to be back
Under stand
jewelry customized by my artist
Six months locked, got a head start bitch
I was nigga rich befo' I ever got a rap check
Yellow Corvette same color Moet
and spiritually blind
But we kings and queens it's our time
Equality
(By any means necessary)
Say their names
Stephon Clark
Mike Brown
George Floyd
Philando Castile
three granny bitches cookin' up the pies (GRANNY SMITH)
I been eatin' too much Violet pint-size
Where'd... my... glasses... go
Blind steering freeway in
three granny bitches cookin' up the pies (GRANNY SMITH)
I been eatin' too much Violet pint-size
Where'd..my..glasses..go
Blind steering freeway in
three granny bitches cookin' up the pies (GRANNY SMITH)
I been eatin' too much Violet pint-size
Where'd... my... glasses... go
Blind steering freeway in
D'ja ever clap when a
waitress falls and drops
a tray of glasses?
NICKY
Yeah...
GARY COLEMAN
And it ain't it fun to
watch figure skaters
the praise
The tranquility will make ya unball your fist
For we put hip-hop on a brand new twist
A brand new twist with a whole heap of mystic
So low-key
Yeah brand new from Styl-Plus crew
Picture this one girl two glasses and a table for two
What would you do
I was sitting in a corner babe
You were
to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush
all of yall are monsters (woo)
Fake clowns on your rosters (woo)
Acting hard but you garbage (woo)
Grouch niggas need some Oscars (Action!)
Better run
in the gloss
He just shimmers can’t stand it
Stanley
Boy always sitting never standing
Always got a mean look
A parent who is glaring
Caring, Bout no
by a woman
That ain't the real me
Still, she managed to to spill
Out a little me
Watched the doctors wipe the blood
From her little feet
And goddamn
your ass hopin' fences
Lucky mothafucka missed your ass by some inches
Next time understand what you fuckin' with is legendary status
Sittin' behind
the shades, I see right through it
You ain't stand up on your word, then you's a fool
They're not, chea, they're not, chea, they're not bool
I be wanna see
On warriors in the ring, get mashed out initiation face slashed out
Block dropper, drama action like I won an Oscar
Eye on me, feds spy on me, it's them cops
Fucked up Chingy's song
Afro-mother fuckin-man cant stand no mother fuckin Ying-Yang Twins
I think Lil John and the Eastside Boys is an ignorant,
is so right
Fighting by my side
You are my God
I cannot lie
Your love is so true
Your love is so right
Fighting by my side
You are my God
I cannot lie
and every part of you.
If I move you just right.
I'll find a brand new point of view,
Looking in your eyes.
As I hold you tonight.
Glasses full of red.
he couldn't let go uh
He be moving lento
Tangy citrus with some mango
Stand there looking at me
With your tank on E
Gas you like BP
Put some tempo
stand on that shit
If she ain't suckin' none imma switch plans on that bitch
Watch me fuck it up runnin up some bands in this bitch
Ran a bag up inside
through rose coloured glasses
All the red flags just seem like flags
Ooh I can feel your vibrations pulling me closer to you
It's like everything's brand
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