Lyrics:
What
Got a glocky keep it in the tuck
Spanish mami call me just to fuck
Green flowers and they not for luck
If you playing with the team
Like
on beats?
So come here
Here is some flavor for your ear
Something new for all you dudes
Who are incited by all the filth
We call it trash
The type of stink
a detective
Investigating your mental state in our nation
One nation, under god, but still no sign of you
I mean I see you but I really don't see you
Your flesh
right
You say I died
Man don’t lie
They drive by
You run and hide
They shut it down
They open doors
You hit the floor
Call it suicide
Call me what you
I was making records but wasn't making money
You can take it seriously or you can think its funny
By '87, I was on my own, started Dangerous Music
it seriously or you can think it's funny
By '87, I was on my own, started Dangerous Music
And I made the song "These are the tales, the freaky tales"
Can't stop thinking of you
Makes me wanna call your phone
When I'm alone
But I know you've blocked my phone
Missed out, wearing VLONE
Big mansion,
hats
And I don't like Proof, punk-ass, he think he tough
He keep thirty niggaz with him, cause he weak as fuck!
I ever catch you by yourself, I'ma fuck
Be On My Way
BY: Luvinnia Flowers
Yeah
Haha
You know we gettin it
J, Punkin
It was bound to happen nigga
How many times imma tell you niggas
I'm
now like my neck
You gon have ta ice it out
I told my squad edit that part out
I told em Splice it out
Call my niggas, head count
Dat mean I'ma price
of existence
I don't know anyone with that name, I imply
Neither do I, she replies
You're a poltergeist
A forest sprite
A hallucination from consuming
to me, uh
Don't let nothin' stop you
Move, ring the alarm (somebody ring the alarm)
The club is jumpin' now, so get up
I got to have you, baby, uh, I
at night
Shorty don't be acting shady
Come through, tonight
And maybe we can make a love song
Shorty I wanna call you up over speaker phone
And let the world
ain't usher
Matte black my whip had to switch up da color
Ian got any friends just a couple of brothers
Don't ever give up you can always recover
Knew I
ya
Cause they got me by the balls; and I can't risk it all
Up in the Jamaican spot, biscuit out and friskin all
Rudebwoy don't make me bloodclaat
gorgeous
People look at you and think, damn I wish I was him
Get themselves killed to attempt the summits you have reached
They beseech and beg you
getting more green
Eggs, no ham but I'll snack on some steak
You haters hangry can't insure your rap careers
State farm go call, Jake
I don't wrap my
to go to school, when dad leaves I just sneak-by
And stay home just so I can be alone
Kate calls, Snowy too, I don't answer the phone
My brother's in
I been crushing on Ashanti
I'll be Clyde, only if she's Bonnie
She the, same age as my mommy
But i don't care, she can still call me
Girl, you make my
don't, have a lot of women hangin on my steez
Only one fine lady that you better believe
I say Annette's her name, and that's the truth
I give a lot
crisis that I'm in
Don't chime in
Front block like a line men
No longer co-sign it
Album two, you'll get what that line meant
Clearing shit up just like my
Thought they wanted gold, thought they wanted shine
Thought they wanted radio, bitch make up your mind
(Yeah ho)
All this attention, I don't even know
Thought they wanted gold, thought they wanted shine
Thought they wanted radio, bitch make up your mind
(Yeah ho)
All this attention, I don't even know
anymore
And the birthday cake
Was baked to make you cry
No you don't wanna dance to the rock 'n' roll
That your radio's for
You wanna call it a day
Crawl
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