Lyrics:
the king
Well nigga let's do this (Let's go)
You won't be they told me
My dreams are fading like Kobe
When he be balling in the fall
Like no one answer call
on my bracelet
Ya actions come wit repercussions dnt let me catch u out in public
Them bullets spit out inna dozen, turn ya biscuit to a muffin
Ibm
smile
I could be there when the night falls (falls)
I don't got no time so we cannot hit rewind
Gotta focus on the light oh (oh)
So let me be your hero I
each other out, like
It's my money and I need it now
Got a hemi in this rental, on the 700 miles, like
It's my money and I need it now
Got a new
pair
We're here and there, we're everywhere
My team, yeah, here, there
They're everywhere
I got these 700s everywhere
And my coat made out of fuckin'
700 miles before that
Out of my way
I'm leaving spray across the USc
It stinks, it stinks, it stinks, it stinks
It's dirty, it's smelly, I hate it, I
even let her meet the team
Roll up za mix it with the lean
No gunna I be pushing P
Yes Bitch i'm talkin serving feinds
But who the fuck was serving me
out hopped up on that plane and
I'm gone boy I'm on my way, take two like ondele
That DP and BD was already drowning the pain
I said wish me well, nah I
a thousand miles to see you
Just to see you
Oooo
I love when you touch me slow
And I love when you need me
Don't tease me
Just please me baby
I won't
We not
that human race up
Work out like you paid for it
Your body is yo pay stub
That salty talk gone slay slugs
So it's best you pick yo pace up
Let
(Another one in tha bag like)
Real ninjas know how to ball, takoyaki (Takoyaki)
Samurai stay by my side, nagamaki
Watch out where goin' ho',
Yeah, yeah ,yeah
You can drive my car and I'll show you all the backstreets
Blurs your face when you're racing right past me
700 miles trace your
Chyeah, Renegades is back, Em the beat is sick
It's Young, Freeway, Eight miles
Let's go
Eight miles and runnin', got my seventh album droppin'
Galahad, and I, wait until
nightfall, and then leap out of the rabbit, taking the French by
surprise -- not only by surprise, but totally unarmed!
ARTHUR:
cause she saved the day
Na on mamas doe shout out juror 12 she really saved the day
My son only 12 and his credit score 700
We don't wear the Yeezy 700's
Let?s get ?em off the ship!
KWIRK
Lieutenant! It?s me, sir, Matzo(???), Hunkie, get these people out of here!
MOBSTERS
Take over! Take over! Take
kill the baddies, then he check in (hey)
I'd rather take a English
Lesson from a Mexican
Than wait for Miles Prower to
Catch up with me
I'm sick
abnormal, like you
There's privacy for a reason, Rand, it's true
So let me go out here
Far away
You don't want me anymore
OK I get it
Just let me be out here
a double D
Let everyone S-double-E
Angelina Jolie let me see those
Beautiful babies, I'm all about the tito's
Ms. Jackson packin' 'em wholly Toledos
Yea, aye let 'em hear you, aye, aye let 'em feel you, yea, wassup
Yea, 'bout that 700 gang, hey
Hollup, hey
They don't know about me, let 'em know,
Yo Foxy, shorty yo
Don't let that pretty shit fool you, yo
I didn't pay that bitch
This is for all my ballin' ass bitches
All over worldwide
[Pretty Boy]
Yo Fox and $hort, yo
Don't let that pretty shit fool you, yo
I ain't pay that bitch phone bill
[Foxy]
This is for all my ballin' ass
of Jesus all along the grille, lights up like a christmas tree
Any highway, any time of day, thats where I wanna be
Well I'm a haulin', only 700 miles
Even though life fly by so fast these days (aye dre)
I still see you comin' from, from, from miles away (miles away)
Miles away
(Yeah)
Bags on bags
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