Lyrics:
thoughts are rarely damming
Ideas in the book they’re barely expanding
Points sent across they’re rarely landing
Yet your group takes whatever you’re handing
backseats (Skrrt)
That grew around smugglers with loot
With long rap sheets blocks landing
Coming in groups and it's all tax free
(All tax free)
'Cause drug
the samples, did it from scratches
Setting examples, follow my path yeah
The biggest of spirits expanding
Shoutout to the pilot for landing
And the soul group
(That man put the group in a spliff
Only got one shot can't miss
All heads out the four door wag
Click boom it's a critical hit)
(That man put
Because I dropped your hand while dancing
Left you out there standing
Crestfallen on the landing
Champagne problems
Your mom's ring in your pocket
My
If I hit that bitch my slime gone hit her too
Alley-oop
I pass these bitches I fuck hoes in groups
Yeah that's her best friend
They tongue kissing
Yuh, aye
Foreign land
I'ma whip a foreign Lam
Forging bands, change is landing in my hand
Flipping Ls into lessons for the win
All your doubts about
flashing. I
gripped and whirled my ash stick with all my might landing
a blow that crushed the dog's head. It went down with a thud
and a whimper. I turned
the recipe
I chase the bag I swear my only passion making and stacks and rapping A necessity
Imma spin your group around check-a-check the sound
Send em back
your group on
All my niggas surf surf Roof on top the coupe off
Shooting for stars
N im aiming at the moon y’all
Howling at the moon dawg
Michael Jackson
on and ride the rhythm
I produce like jizm
Just like the Gods I start with
Knowledge and follow with wisdom
For greater understanding, I'm
Landing, blows,
bimmer coupe
PYT know I'm bad she let me beat it
I'm Michael you just Tito in the group
And I keep on winnin never lose
And I'm trendin topic on the news
ain't no fluke aye
Blow dat a bitch a flute aye
My bitch go tuh tuh
Aye
Yo shit sound like poop
Don't need a crew
Sliding like coop
Popping by da group
I dropped your hand while dancing
Left you out there standing
Crestfallen on the landing
Champagne problems
Your mom's ring in your pocket
My picture
Because I dropped your hand while dancing
Left you out there standing
Crestfallen on the landing
Champagne problems
Your mom's ring in your pocket
My
was 1994 when the star began his descent,
And continued falling, and falling
Landing in an unknown place the star creates followers from underground
was 1994 when the star began his descent
And continued falling.. And falling...
Landing in an unknown place
The star creates followers from
handbag
Pilfered glassware not withstanding
You're as classy as that lass off Knott's landing
My understanding is yer outstanding
That handsy barman caught
who flock now
So we take flight, crying at night
I wish I could talk to you
Guess some have to leave early
We need a landing so, don't call me Shirley
way too strong
Ex bitch playing all the new songs
About the next bitch fucking on the group huh
Can't catch me im too far gone
And the fabrics is no
We have reached our decision
Before we say this decision out loud, just know it was all Lex
So don't
We ain't gonna put it all on Lex
It was a group
The first time I met him was at a party. He was surrounded by a group of people and he was giving short lectures about all the stuff he had learned, going
I dropped your hand while dancing
Left you out there standing
Crestfallen on the landing
Champagne problems
Your mom's ring in your pocket
My picture
I dropped your hand while dancing
Left you out there standing
Crestfallen on the landing
Champagne problems
Your mom's ring in your pocket
My picture
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