Lyrics:
the neck, too, look like a glass house
Man, that ice the motherfucker
Don't forget the whip - twenty-inches and TV's
Navigation system, Dreamcast, all in
friend, my hero, was killed by a drunk driver in
a head-on collision. He died instantly.
I couldn't even bring myself to go to his funeral.
My agony was so
I'm only tryna come through if they got them big blues
Blue hunnids blue faces and big checks too
You better Ask before you touch no disrespect
as calm as my father
And the daughters are dancing all day
In the house where the housewares
Are thrown out the window
And soap opera dreams, they do
beat the fuckin' case
Trap house in the city, wake up lickin' titties
Surrounded by the thots, surrounded by the bitties
If I got the hunnids, then you
to see the big next thing
In New York, they might have
their beloved Madison
But in Dalston
There's me who came
a long way to debut
in this nightclub
I
What is a beautiful revolution?
A beautiful revolution
A beautiful revolution is when old and out dated ideas
Are replaced by new and better ones
with the glo
We tote, big guns shoot at ya house like this shit Rambo
I got codeine in my liver
And I got hoes that really wanna meet
I told her mans
double dutch
Ow, the bubble butch
All up in the party swangin' E's and C's
Wit a car full a heat, hope you want my beats
I came to the party dog by
Get In Line
Written by Devin LOUD
Prod. By Shawn Pines
(27-147 PINES)
[Chrous]
Gucci drip on me, I'm to FLY
Smokin gelato out backwoods,
Got a young
Way niggas look at me now, kinda strange (come on)
I hate y'all too, rather be in Caribbean sands with Rachel (yeah)
It's unreal, out the blue, Frank
Got to put on my smoking jacket for this one you feel me yeah Off white shades in the night time 83 blue Regal zip sour diesel t top looking
left the pistol in the house and I let's my bitch drive
Twenty dis-change I goes to this five
No it's not the solid treatment I let's the bitch vibe
you at my parent's house
I found a portal in my room
We wait all day
We go at night
It's fine, I'll be right by your side
Sometimes I remember it
the bank
I keep rising the hate
Put blue stars in the Wraith
Two new cars, ain't no space
Do some wood, pop some Ace
Get to running, we can race
Used
Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas eve
You can say there's no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and grandpa we
to happen faster
Took off on them niggas like it's NASA
Copped a house in the hills not bad for a bastard
No them hoes kick it like bruce lee
Big smoke big
seen it
I cut the lights off in my
House and I see fuckin' demons, oh
That nigga that they love
To hate, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let that boy be fuckin' great,
the further recordings in this album
If you like autotune, Handycap is incredibly sorry
And now you're all
Welcome to my asylum!
Align your mind the way you've
the lips, dispatch on em
The trap gone, gotta dip
Big crowd by the ocks, and chino spot
Ain't proud of the pops like Nemo got, either jammed up
God took his
known better (known better)
Out here tryna make that blue like cheese
Oh, it's meltin' 'em up like cheddar (cheddar)
Big fat boy got beat 'til his
Grandpa's down
By the two lane
In the blazing sun
Or pouring rain
Sells tomatoes
From the back
Of his pickup truck
Reads the Bible line for
ain't with the games
I wanna big house with a gate
And less drama I'll leave it to the stage
I need commas cuz I need a lil break
In the bottom, I went
miss it
Shawty bend over put her ass in my Face
Shawty bend over I'm drilling her
Uhh
Big blue
Mix it with medicine
Pretty brown thing but she aint
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