Lyrics:
out there
And I'm packing, long dick swinging
Swinging to my knees, tropic thunderstorm
Selling DVD's releases, releases
Never need a feature
They
bottles of Ciroc
And bowls of red grapes members of
Meek's entourage
Old friends who he now semi-employs
For a variety of unspecific tasks
Drift in and out
(Uhm, yeah)
I was a lost boy
I was a lost boy in my room
Out of the shadows
Out of the shadows in my room
Into the shadown
Into the shadow in
plentiful
Tested by the wise yes bitch I'm fool proof
Projecting my demise
Bullet proof vest
In the middle of the shoot out
I survived, not surprising'
Death
the hand that feeds me
Hi Ren
I've been taking some time to be distant
I've been taking some time to be still
I've been taking some time to be by
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
Or, or "I'm just in love with that girl over there"
So for all the people out there that fall in love with material items
We gonna bump the beat
Or, or "I'm just in love with that girl over there"
So for all the people out there that fall in love with material items
We gonna bump the beat
the song
Made man on the eastside i cant do the wrong huh
Brody passed out off the brud it was too strong ooh
Bad bitch came bonus i fucked two of em
Lil
the castle, Head Up, shoulders back!
Be the materials, know your limits only to break your limits.
Are you listening? God dammit boy, pay attention!
Try it
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Falls Freezy fernab fiese Feinde findet
Fiktive Fantasy-Fighter, fühle Fremdschämen
Fordest funktionierende Festival-Features
stunners
Niggas steady baller block, can't take nothing from us
Young nigga, living a life surrounded by ice
Hoes be like, "Damn, them boys, they're
She living the life of a blesser, she paying my rent
Bachelor boys in the trap, I cook in the kitchen
How can he not
They loving the team, they know
Fifty Grand
Kick beats like Van Damme
That fighting ass nigga? Yes, it's the B
I break with the bonus
Bumrush bums and bitch-ass opponents
Bucks plug out
out there)
(Time after time)
(Haha)
(Gonna ball till' we fall
but we gotta be there when the homies call)
(We bout it bout it)
looking for a friend
Maybe you could swing by my room around 10
Baby bring a lemon and a bottle of gin
We'll be in between the sheets 'til the late AM
Baby
they OGs
A straight up pussy and claims that he knows me
You see I, putting out these DVDs
Now my shit done hit the streets, he gots to squat the pee
It smell like blue cheese
We get that paper by the loose leaf
Trying to cop a Maybach
You still buying Lucy's
Different page with the flow
I don't even
Bentley and a stage full of panties...
c crowd full of ladies ...
Passing out and panting... (breathe noise)
Breathe baby I am only dancing...
I'm just k
to you
I'm feelin' you I'm feelin' you
I like your style How you lay it down
Make a girl wanna settle down
I know your type You like to shine
Boy that's's
the ball
Who gone be by yo side if you ever fall?
Had to turn up my focus need adderall
Came up from none had to make something shake
Certified lover boy I
the beat back for your boy
I'm bout to cuss all night
Dirty palabras
Spit by the Chupacabra
Walk the halls in my draws
Holdin the candelabra
Like your
I've seen you around a lot before
Always looking like a movie star
Hanging out with all your friends
In your Porsche Cayenne, for sure
All the girls
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