Lyrics:
Rolling round these streets cuz Mary wanna
High as fuck
Noting down why he up
Poem style piping up
Blowing, BLAOW
Now he up
Blunt break
Blunt break
Blunt
and white T's, my style fresh
Talkin' fly to every shorty walkin' by, she could get it
For the summer but at least give me a weekend with it
Summertime
Shawty I ain’t playin', nah
I’m fuckin' round, I’m fuckin' round
That Henny all in my cup
Seen that Benz pull up and got stuck
Oh she said alright, can you
shine look like it’s sunny
Brick come wrap look like a mummy
50 round drum came on the tommy
Youn wanna play you ain’t a dummy
I got the trap jumping
I just texted my dip like girl I need you now
Backwood or a Fanto and I’m off, the ground
My style, my talk, my drip, yea it got em sick
All my
We take they child out, made the style
It takes a while to break it down
I break it down and make my rounds
The label down but I ain't down
They fakin'
the opps, they up in the sky
Check the scoreboard we up 6, we sponsored by Bron
Beat a nigga ass and stick em up like a shishkabob
Bucks in my pocket yeah I’m
Welcome to the Freak Show!
We want to welcome all the freaks!
cll the freaks from round the globe!
Freaks from round the world!
cy Bobby T! Tell em
with rumpshakers
I make moves so I'ma earthquaker
I've been known to instill fear
Although the world may be round, we still trapped in the square
(Cava) Mina, I'ma tear it up
You call it making love but baby I'ma tell you what
I'll make you love to fuck
I'll make you love to fuck (Hey)
I'm
rap and give em style
And you all can be shore that I do it for the town out here
Yea I still roll it by the pound
Yea pitch it off the mound
Man they
Caught you slipping got you tripping right now, right now
I've been whipping 'bout a minute by now, by now
I've been missing on a mission right now,
that house he knock em down
Ran it up off of a front, but now I sell it by the pound
Takin' risks, part of the shit was on parole and out of town
[Repeat: x2]
Lord live within my heart.. Lord don't you ever stop..
Fill me up with what I need.. just have to ask I shall receive..
[KRS-One]
a fucking outcast but I'm always in style
I can do bad by myself I don't need no crowd
I dont wanna walk inside a club unless they pay me now
All across
the in crowd
I'm a fucking outcast but I'm always in style
I can do bad by myself I don't need no crowd
I dont wanna walk inside a club unless they pay me
this shit for while I can't come down gotta make it happen
Stacking my money it pile tryna buy me a island surrounded by Dragons
Everyday gotta wake up
He's tonguing her
All rage sweeps up through your torso
Your more so ready to go over and show him who's man
Football fan style, leave it in the can
He's tonguing her
All rage sweeps up through your torso
Your more so ready to go over and show him who's man
Football fan style, leave it in the can
to move us, for the styles we flaunt
But I, seen it sunny, plus seen rain
Plus seen my moneys getting smoked for change
I face left in the round up
Pound up
wanna try me
Do her so silent aye
I got the keys I'm the pilot
We out here wildin
Kinda got style den woah
Engine start up that no Buick (aye)
Torra
hearin' us when we bang
So I turn up the music and then lust then we came
Now I know the neighbors know my name
Can't help 'cause that's my style
More
place into Pompeii
Molten lava rains down, hot fire flames 'round
Throw this record on top as accelerant, burn it all up and then we stand in the remnants
the clips hits, this was on you
I'm just a business head ridin' with visual
Don't force me to put out ya head
One for the money, two for the crime round up
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