Lyrics:
you want it
Yeah I told you never
But tonight I'll spend some cheddar on it
When I hit ya town just make sure you hit me up
The other night she told me
album was the first album
With the real sound that
Electric punk rock became
"We are from the Lower East Side
We don't give a damn if we live or die
We
't care 'bout nothing 'cept to get this album out dog
Fuck e'ry body in the world of this outlaw
Coming to you live from my home studio
In south side
off from my parents not many people hit my line
Only person that I had just stuck his dick inside my wife
I'm still up in here
I'm hanging by a thread
I don't know how to give a fuck
I don't know how to give a fuck
No wonder this album fucking sucks
So many bars it's all to much
When there is
feelin like the best, nobody fuckin with us
We done turned to a bygone don crew
We got the semi Kimora like Djimon Hounsou
A lifetime criminal, live by
across the globe
On the return trip
It be the niggas
The niggas that live by the code of blood honor
My Flipmode niggas
Straight bring you that shit
that live by the
Code of blood honor my Flipmode niggas, ha
Spliff bring you that shit to another extreme
Here to hit you motherfuckers with
A strike
baby, the nature of the business is unstable
Especially when your project ain't properly promoted by your label
E'ry album I put out gold or platinum,
of an eye)
Tu montes et tu descends (You rise and fall)
C'est pas toi qui décide (You don't get to decide)
(Nan nan) (No no)
Je te jure pour certains hits (I
down, turns your life around
He'll turn your life around
Hit you where you live, you can't hold back
When you're struck by his love you will know
Hit you
Gang, our spirit will live through the generations
It's Hang Over Gang forever n' a day
Even though I don't have all your merch, the best albums Renegade
fuckin' way
But here I am, workin' in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio
also don't beef with Slipknot like Machine Gun Kelly
We don't buy yachts from drug dealers
As they try to hit me from blind spots
But they did a foul
light
Now that's the name of the song, yeah cool right?
Chilling in the hot tub by the towers in the daylight
Don't want to listen, soon I'm going to take
like that, but we going to build though
Don't worry
I got more
To all my fellow artist, deeming themselves the smartest
Demons will hit the hardest, if
a few graves
I hit the club and pop a few Spades
I'm gettin' pussy like Uncle Luke in
His 2 Live Crew days
She can't suck this dick again
If she ain't
fronting MC, I hate to cap
You make hit records and you still can't rap
I said it before, I'll say it again
You don't belive me, ask your fans
When I
Don't get caught up in the mix
Cuz I hate them phony putos dippin all up in my business
Ese gotta hit the street for all them fools that player-hate
Cuz
To a funky beat to make you have a ball and
Jump, make you move your rump on the floor and like pump
C'mon don't be a chump, I see four and maybe five
this new wide movement
If you don't respect the amount of dudes in this too live movement
Me and Killa, we like them,
Those two guys moving I-95 south
to God that everything was fine
(Swear) live by the code, you do the crime
Gotta do the time (Ayy do your time)
She from the Hills
Her daddy rich and she
bitch go in so wet
I ain’t curry but I let it splash
I don’t talk on the phone about cash
I don’t talk unless it’s bout a bag
Heard yo last album
hard to get now I'm teasing
Now, pay attention I don't go with the flow
I make my own lane you already know
By the way, I walk by the way I talk yo
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