Lyrics:
leading two one. The two thousand United fans go crazy, De Jong milking every second.
COMMENTATOR 2:
That goal was slightly against the run of play. City
like whoa bro that's Two much
Flee youthful lust, Second Timothy Two much
If you look totally different, my sister, that's too much
Three Thirty He's
a pug
I live by my gun, how could I die by the gun
I'm a Wassa
In two-point-five seconds like the sink
I'm a monster and swear to God
Ain't talking ink
and I was thinkin'
You almost had me for a minute, but I
On second thought, I'm alright
Don't hate 'cause I changed my mind
I thought that I wasn't
there when I fell
To catch me, the minute shit was heated, she just bailed
I'm standing here swingin' on like thirty people by myself
I couldn't even
before clutch
Radar radius thus far it's too much
Be operating two-four/seven
Try to hit me with the next, I'll be ahead ten seconds
[Chorus]
When I
Fifty two eighty
Fifty two eighty
One hundred on the dash am I
Moving too fast, too fast
For your soul, soul, soul
When you catch the vibe
Thirty
Nine
Ignition sequence starts
Six
Five
Four
Three
Two
One
Zero
All engines thrust
Lift-off! We have a lift-off, 32 minutes past the hour
Three
some hate
Cause they still hate on Jordan
And they hate LeBron too
And since the Mamba ain't the goat
Rip two four this one for you
All these niggas in
to
Jerry Rice, been a minute since I dropped one, I'm rolling
She did that dance on TikTok and they stop scrolling
Thirty two on my jersey because I walk by
strange thoughts
I'm trying not to show it, trying not to get caught
Five minutes gone by
Four pairs of wondering eyes
Three minutes to spare
Two
hate sauerkraut
That's all I'm really tryin' to say
And, by the way, if one day you happen to wake up
And find yourself in an existential quandary
back now.
This is what makes me.
This is what I am.
[Chorus]
You can hate me now (QB)
But I won't stop now (Real N****s)
'Cause I can't
But so is cod liver oil
You went behind my back like Bluto when he cut up Olive Oyl
Two things I hate lies and thieves they make my blood boil
Boa
breathing]
Y'all niggas ain't tired right?
[Chorus 4X]
One, One
Two, Two
Three, Three
Four, Breathe Easy
Suckers
Get your weight up
Not your hate up
Jigga
comfy
One minute for a dream girl come see
Turn up on a weekday
I'm true 2 myself like Tjay
Gotta dip real quick if she play
Gotta not care bout what he
a god, let me be strong
I'ma vote for you
Oh, I'ma vote for you
I came from the sticks, we called it the crick
Surrounded by rednecks, I still wanted
"And all my niggas in the pen
Here we go again
Ain't nothin' separatin' us from
A MAC-10" - 2Pac
I got eleven MAC-11's, thirty-eight 38's
Nine 9's,
get let off in thirty minutes, six seconds
I disperse to the world of unruly, where I put the mic down
And pick up a sack and a toolie, if you knew me
Found out my friends weren't really my friends
Not there through thick and thin
Out the pen, ain't been home two minutes
I jumped in a Benz
See
Each one cut by hand, by master glassworkers"
She draws her eyes from me for
A second to look up
"Takes one's breath away to think about it"
Mum loves
seen a drive by?
Sometimes I can't cry I .. rather talk to God bout it
Is this from when I put you second and the devil first is this my karma?
It's
ride or die, I was doing fine
Took me by surprise, when I saw your eyes (Your eyes)
Sunshine beamin' through the empty sky
(Through the empty sky)
You
to rhyme?
Deep bring 600 ABC through the love white hate line
I'm telling you tornado, 42 billion thought travel
The year 90's parallel, controls
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