Lyrics:
Bump 'n Grind music he was makin'
I don't care how young he was when his sister raped him
I'm just sayin', she ain't piss on that nigga and tape him
on the motherfucking mic' shit
Right? Shit
You're Chris Rock, I'm the Fresh Prince
You won't put our city on because the H is mine, bitch
I had more views on one song
the second time the candle trust, never moves, The dust clock is blocking move,
I was watch money the rules. 16 never fucking lose
2020 glows yah, 20 fucking
Yeah, it's like 8:00 in the morning, but the block still jumpin'
Fuckin' around, by 9 o'clock, I done made like twenty-somethin'
It's 9:30 now,
Twenty-one candles, twenty-two reasons why
Paddling for your life vest
Nobody make me laugh, you'll make me cry
Rental attire and twenty-three obligations
Grey
a charming young priest in a "close-knit" mid-American
neighborhood. Well-respected by both young & old alike,
he struggles with the constant pressures
on the coast of Mexico
Young kid badino
Smooth talkin lingo
Different El comino
Holler I don't mean to
Grew up with a small fuse
Due to what I been through
By
Chris Atlas, David Amaya
I could fucking go on bro, Lory, Peter, Kate and Gabe
We gon' get into the rest later, man, but I fucking love y'all
Let's get
I'm locked in like a missile
In the stu yea cooking up hits surrounded by bitches and pistols
Like mighty joe young my niggas gorrillas
For the fam we
Have faith and I will never ever leave
I love you
I want you
Have faith in a young OG
Have faith and do a B.I.G
I heard she tastes by the safeties
out a check for eight hundred dollars
Jigga Man, holla
1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at your boy
Whats up Sig? This Chris out the Young Guns dog
(Me)
Young and radical, methods are mathematical (Ha)
Let my convertible marinade on the avenue
Mommy that's half a million, I'm livin' la vida happy
Gallardo
But the 'Rari I prefer though
Y'all world verble
We candle your curb up
Police can't control us, they just react to these murders
Take y'all
the wind
Never knowing who to cling to
When the rain set in
And I would have liked to have known you
But I was just a kid
Your candle burned out long before
[Ludacris (Chris Brown)]
Luda!(yep)
S.g.!
Chris breezy (it's me)
[Chorus]
I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know
demons I can't stop it
I got too much sins
Hey, hey
It's the twenty-three, twenty-four
However the fuck old
Always hate it when it rains
Always dressing
Young Money, they go
Sittin' on the toilet, smokin' on some medicated
Countin' loose thousands, I'm living good, they aggravated
Two things on my
And the front of the Mazzi look like a fork don't it?
Let it breathe
I'm not no rat but Young Thugger be chasing cheese
I want the M's and I'm not talking
real and never lie
Never need a bitch she need me i'd never tried
Four by Four Benz truck on the ride
Playing with my money that's straight suicide
a range (skrt)
19 years old bought my mama Porsche
(I did that)
20 years old tryna go cop a Bentley (yeah)
Might be the youngest flexer of the century
'm her Superman ain't no
Telling what coupe I'm in
I swoop up in, in a souped up Benz
Twenty-two dark rims, what you do nothing
Puffing on that kryptonite
the cocaine, drugs, what a turnabout
You don't got no reason to judge me
Life's a bitch this is Chris Story
I've must've lost my brain
But I was young so I
can't repent
On the road at the bank like a pit stop
All about the blue faces like Chris Sean
Takin' risks, had nobody to lean on
I'm the plug, I could
what a view
Twenty carats, what if you
Said yes, I'll be at the altar, standing where, standing right next to you
She don't be trippin' on bitches
I
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