Lyrics:
I'm really not all that sure
Bout when things is finna mature
So let me find me a nigga with a grip
And hit his ass quick with one of them whoops
outshine them all
Sure I know ev'ry stone I recall every tree
Where the green glens of Antrim
Are calling to me
I would halt at a cabin
Close down by
to delight an absent divine
Fools gold you left all your prospects behind
If you know what's best forget what you left behind
Keep the demons at bay
When they
side, locked, key thrown away
Memories fade, it's better this way
As the years go by, so does Gowther
Remerge with the Sins
And you know it's over
(DMac got me too bangin')
Man, I ain't told a lie yet
Shit, why would I?
Go
Had ran outta Za, couldn't find no more
Got served by a nigga I
more up
Keep on filling it up till it over spill
Grab me a solo that shot is to lil
Killing my liver got it reassembled
The son of David could see
the landing
Dammit I'm the sickest kid
I'm all grown up like the Rugrats did
Raspy
Killin' shit
I swear I'm going bat shit
Nasty
You can't trash me you too
everybody knows me
I'm that Nawf Memphis cat, yeah
I'll be in your city, in your hood, in your trap
I'm nationwide and bona fide, I'm all over the map
No
If you need me hun hit 911 and I be right there you no what I want
I want you
I just wanna take yo pretty ass home baby you can give it All To Me
you doing, what you doing
Motherfucker, world touring
Catch me rolling from city to city
Coming from the bity by the bay, by the bay
I'm working every
at the way the coast to coast g do it
From the Brooklyn to the Bay
Bring the hook in by the way
Automatic, Systematic
Do what you do playa
Just keep
pretty face and skinny waist is my style
And you looking all fine gotta nigga finna tap out
So come a little closer let me take you out
Anytime that she
our hands
Wash our hands
Solar powered water energized by the sun
Faces too?
No I'm sweaty from all this drama
Now what?
Take your pen
And write down
waltzed my Matilda all over
Then in 1915, my country said "son
It's time you stopped rambling, there's work to be done"
So they gave me a tin hat,
dollar's for a tape, Too Short and Freddy be
Money in my pocket's all I ever need
It was me, Fred B, and Freddy Brack
Dipped the sermon sticks then we
Sweat beading since you been away
Internal bleeding
Memories racing through my mind
Pulled over by one time
'Cause they was speeding
But one time we were
I'm just breaking ankles
How I crossover
Streets made my heart colder
Been sleeping on sofas
This season all over
Moreover the god told ya
Dey no dey
glare
Piece it with the remix showing I was livin on a prayer
Let's Go
Blindsided by the single sided open barrier
I was navigating tunnels thinkin I was
Because felani paints all over the sun brain
“ Second Chorus “
It’s been a nice day
When I’m at the war way
I’m by self and you hided beside a hide
over and fuck you by my studio councils
Poundin' a shady nigga layin' the wood
Video tapin' me hittin' it from the back
Throwin' up the hood, yeah,
the day
Then you gotta wait a couple hours just to get some food
Because the line's all the way out in hangar bay 2
And when you finally get there
They call
the complete lock and beat stop
Now all the horny heffers wanna dangle on my er
Down by the dungeon with the cracks on the wall
Buffoon I’m like a mink while
Two by two
Comin in two by two
Never been around no guys like us, it says a lot about you
Two by two
Fuck with my two live crew
Tell me everything
Young Mula, baby (let me see)
Haha
You thought it was over?
Let me see
I wasn't born last night
I know these hoes ain't right
But you was
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