Lyrics:
the club, but can we brag now? Now Black lives just had to die to get a flag down And my rap is up the map in southside Atlanta Was just a cell ? 50 years
their dicks to the double X-L
Magazine, you like how I look in the aqua green?
Get your Vaseline
Grow some weave with some tissue and close your eyes
And wonders why their daughter had to die
Ralph and Ellie Carter, and their son, David, too
Staring from within the cell like animals in a zoo
Something
To give goosebumps a day when you say
That somethin' you won't give someone a lump in their throat
If you had 'em choked up you'd be yankin' my chain
be
Born in 98', i been that n***a since the 90's
She said what you want tonight, said babygirl suprise me
I'm such a great n***a, that these girls
girl with my eyes
Girl you got me by surprise
Tell me girl what you want from me
I can see it girl in your eyes
Baby girl you were the one for me
I can
Tomorrow's vassals must be kept in their vessels
By stout lion-hearted Christian men
Compare yourselves to Martin Luther King
Don't make me laugh, you
Our guys lose faith while their future disappears
Parties with underage girls
While are protected by the police
All at our expenses – Lords of Babylon
After choosing the girl
You can finally join us
Doggystyle all night
Ouf my ass they hate us
One Moroccan, two Spanish
Living their best lives
In a small,
explain but you'd become more puzzled at the possibilities
Earth ending trilogies, wacky stuff
Like gas passing dinosaurs
While I stroll in circles
always in a rush
Getting back lotta lashes fallen
Red nails are ripping all the certain
Passing offs keep passing by
Passive times have passed
the bell witch
Have sold each pitch an ego swelled enough to call that eldritch
The well’s been fished
Each cell has shifted in my heart
The L’s lit
and a little bit offensive,
Like Thanksgiving Day or Noam Chomsky wearing a strap on,
So put your cell phones to vibrate,
And put your vibrators to cell phone
Killers in my hood, they know me by my first name
You know 'em by their work name, I know 'em by their birth name
Type of weight make a man stand
yeah, straight from Oklahoma
The way that I'm taking all these pills in a coma
I don't give a fuck about the weed, it's a Roma
Another 30, I'ma really
ahh, ahh
I like the small girls, I like the tall girls
I like all the girls, bustin dirty call girls
So Run let's bring them girls in
and their
I'd heal
On the roads,got the yo yo for the lo lo just hit my trap cell
Seen this girl her name coco Chanell it rings a bell
Free the real,locked inside
grind for their daughter
Big sticks in a mans face
Boom boom turn a man water
My life spans shorter
Extra bells in my pocket when
I'm coming with them
The lights were dim, the candles were lit
The sheets were warm, the wine was flowing like it's Passover
She turned off by the fact
That I was raised in
to go
I want you by my side
When im grippin' yo thigh
I get sensations i cant lie girl
Im in love with this vibe
Babygirl you one of a kind even if im
Yuh
Yuh
Yuh
Yuh
Yuh
Yuh
Yeah yeah yeah
Smell the aroma
It put you in comas
I’m sick like Corona
I’m sick like Ebola (Yeah)
Blow gas like motors
Then
mind
Tamed by Practice
Through repetition, transformation
Seedling into tree
Tiny cell upon tiny cell upon tiny cell upon tiny cell
Upon tiny
the back
And then I let Uber get her home
Same shit, new day
New bitch, new brain
Got my cell twerkin'
But I forget their names
Got a million dollars
I'm sittin' on my porch watchin the law
As they ride past in their patrol cars
So tell me why I feel the enemy
They're supposed to be here
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