Lyrics:
the Auderman empire,
For I hear by the sound of the
castanettes, we are off,
off, off, off we are off.
Off to Br-r-r-r-r-r-r-azil! a-Br-r-razil. Brazil...
Land
Felt like my body had left me and all that's left was a ghost
Threw out a dozen of donuts and bolted straight for the door
Sped down the 48 road and made
But when we made it out to the ride
It was gone, we had to shoot it out
Side by side
Punk left us there to die in a ditch!
CHORUS
from the bottom gotta make it to the top
No time to slow it down man the grind never stops
You counted me out but wanna be my friend I the guap
Prove
And get it by any means
How the judge gon' judge us when
This is all that we seen?
This is all that we know
Eviction note at the door
So we pray like we
of my feet. And once my feet started to radiate and pain, I knew it was only a few hours before they would go numb day in and day out.
I may have needed
was surely Moe of Holmdel, New Jersey though
Started out as freshman, bonded by tenth grade
Through a science project that was a mess made
'Cause we
the uppercut (baow)
Beat a nigga to a puddle, nigga snitchin'
Now we runnin' from the task force (go)
Niggas was kickin' in doors, takin' flat screens and all
to find out the master's name.
Down at the end, round by the corner.
Close to the edge, just by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down
the first one up
Ready to grind, always on time
For any interview, face-to-face, even online
Knocked out about fo' befo', Deen stumbles through
The door
Young Ke Ke he down wit us
South Side nigga and we down to bust I'm number one
[Scarface]
Too many niggas takin' rap for a joke
You be up for one
walk up you
Can see the shotgun spit
Ferrari roof go down, Lam doors go up
I got big boy toys, when you gon' grow up?
Nigga knick knack pattywack
Give
Mollies and roxies you know we want it
Trap out that house with the doors open
We put that work in on any corner
That moolah, that fetti, you know we
know why cause I was
Frivolous but now I’m a saver
I’m a hustler by nature
I can sell bread to a baker
Sell a fence to my next door neighbour
I wanna buy
go by the name Tr3 Taylor
And I want to thank everybody for listening to Walk With Me
Shout out to Choice Music Group
My boi Yamii
Mind Of MarQ
My
Yo EL and 'Tin kill'n em, Three kill'n 'em
You thought we broke up but we was just reassemblin'
Ladies and gentlemen you barewitnessin
The villa
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4, you better lock your door
5, 6, get your crucifix
7, 8, don't stay up late
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4,
stoned
From your head down your toes
I'll make you think twice about life
Three white boys on the mic and we kicking it tight
But what about you, what can
niggas
We don't fuck with the other side
They gon' make us bring them colors out
Any nigga standing by your side
It gon' be a double homicide
It's
basement with them we
Obviously needed a lead singer and one
Day Zac met Hayley we asked
Her to come try out and
Eventually to join the band
Months down
most consistent, realest stories
Most charisma, I set the most trends
And my interviews are hotter, holla
I jog in the graveyard
Spar in the same
wear" only meek is stretched
Out in the seat behind us, fast
Asleep and snoring lightly with his mouth
Open occasionally we hit a bump
And he wakes up
video
I'm in one of my three luxury apartments eatin Raisin Bran cereal
While you front low, I take my bike ride down to Wells Fargo
How long is it
points with The girl's parents, Ken and Gloria
My next door neighbors, by taking the group out to dinner at Olive Garden, saying he knew
The head chef
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