Lyrics:
never get laid off
Automatic, like AR
Raise my standards, you hate me, I hate y'all
And a lot of y'all sleep
What you do in 5 songs, do the same thing
of chains and whips
Got the sick missin' chips and all the championships
What's love got to do with what you got?
Don't let a win get to your head
of chains and whips
Got the sick missin' chips and all the championships
What's love got to do with what you got?
Don't let a win get to your head
shouldn't either
Get in ya face just if you wanna be a creeper
Ima keep it street you keep it streeter
Youn gotta say ya real I can tell by your demeanor
Head
didn't look to admire
I asked him what you require I'm tryna get it clear
Cuz when it's down to the wire
And you get urgent and dire
It's like you either
working undercover
But the way they sleeping on me you'd think they were under covers
All the lines are seeping from me that I'm being covered
By the women
from here?
No, ah.. which one is it?
(burp) excuse me. It's the one by the airport... you know... cause we gotta get up early an'.. fly outta here in
rap is fire, V's dragon
Shits massive, I'm carrying weight like I'm a living castle
You up in my face, step back fool
If you get in my way imma stomp
of the money in the world won't make you rich
Glad I learned that lesson real quick
Cause all my life I've been go go go
Never slowed down to take it in no no no
at times it’ll seem hard
The memories of let downs and all of the scars
You’re too young and too pretty to be broken apart
Kiss ya family goodbye and get in
the immaculate one
Get you some, better got you some
Don't bе hard headed cause you
Hеaded for the fall my man just a fan
Said he love the way that we ball
We
better have some ray bands on At all times
I'm trynna post in the hood where You speed and you pass
They identify by the color of flags
Ride for the cash
And pretty soon you're surrounded
And your eyes are going one way
And your head is going another way
Ano your nose is going up
And your nose is going down
hurtin
Draw down with this whip and he froze up in person
When you make plays
Back then i remember them days
I get bougie I'm stuck in my ways
Going hard
lashes
Our life-long love
If you saw the past in the rain
Would you repeat it over again
The rays embrace our heads
Ритм юности ритм наших сердец
If you
starts
Way uglier than Bubba Sparxxx
Still tryin' to raise the charts so I
Don't have to push a shopping cart
You fell in love with Kali Ma
But now it's
his Daytons in his hand
Keys in his hand, reason again to let you know he's the man
Back when we rocked Ellesses, he had dreams of Caprices
Drove by
the sign
Drive friendly the Texas way
Then in a while you arrive in style
Stopping at the Cadillac Ranch
They're all in a row and that's how I know
I'm in
Era
Yeah, let's get it
West Coast
This is my black hoodie, black gloves, Tom Curdy, and Wild Woody
So you gotta understand fully
It was all in his
through my eyes
I'm gonna be like them, with my own purpose, my own way
But I'm just like a rock reflecting ultra violet rays
Anyway, every part of me is
I found inspiration
Rhymes blatant
I'm one of the best fuck the rest y'all gotta face it
I'm gone in a flash when it get dark and you'll find
love my hoes and love me like a fan
All of the team at the top please get down
Last october in the quite Mississipi town of Pascagoula
Two local man
and listen, lil' bitch
Bet not say nothing
Glock 40 with a beam, ever held a ray gun?
I can see it in yo eyes
You never set the play up
Looked her in her eyes,
don’t make a sound
Watch your step all these racks on the ground
I stand tall lil boy you a midget
Think it’s 'bout time you and the chopper get acquitted
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