Lyrics:
late? Very late, too late.
Now the people of New Guinea and the people of L.A.
Have been penpals for years cause they both hate ballet
Only the pandas
ham-fisted metaphors
Who are you?
And what do you stand for?
They say
“I’m not interested by the way, just wanna flex my irrelevance
And make sure you
County my nigga Chaz
Gotta celebrate the wins time goes by so fast
Tone Gold was born in Suite 302
LA California panoramic view
Over 200 thousand streams
First, let me start by saying I’m amazing
‘Cause I made it from the bottom of the basement, no abrasion
With the patience of a winner, I’ll be
hat on the horns of the beast
No nation, word to Fela
Just me and myself, that's word to De La
Little miss Rosie, no rings around her
Pocket full
from her
I'm not no gangsta (ayy), I ain't no killa, I ain't no crook
But I ain't pussy (swear to god), and I ain't playying by the book
Don't you
a lot of records and grabbed somethin'
Now I'm goin' through movies in L.A
Playin' the game the way the hustlers play
And everyday I try to stack my
arrivée, au vent
Je dirai son nom, en rêvant
Que là je l'attendis souvent
Et comme en un linceul doré
Dans mes cheveux défaits, au gré
Du vent je
a little sad but she laughing a bit
Telling me she glad that she
Found me and shit
Then her hotline bling and she back in a sec
Look to the left: gun by
like Swarovski
Never needed swag, politics, or paparazzi
I'd rather knock a foxy chick
Pop Gestapo Nazis hot by proxy
I rhymed with the greatest emcees
stressin' my flow
Nigga listenin', heartache still in my songs
La lame nigga, you broke
You come in the club, you smell like mud
I got the shit like I came
even walk by the corner store
Where we stumbled every weekend back
To your front door
Watching all our favorite shows I
Can't watch no more, because
try for you
Oh baby I'm ready
What you want?
Try to take it day by day
But I need some kind of sign from you
I'm giving you plenty
If you need, I
I'll bet you met a grizzled Greg
I'll bet you took him by the leg
And brother Tommy stood in line
When time in Memphis made him patient
His guitar
And the song "I ain't the nigga" is the constitution
Niggas die but africans make revolution
So what happens when a people do not get their dues
Well it's
him, but I don't wined up wit him
I just stack my cake, hair back to the states
Know it's two case, like "Oh yea, by the way..."
I'M A HUSLA BABE
Give Me A Spot Light! Give Me A Song!
Down By The Foot Lights, Where I Belong!
Mister Conductor, Give Me Some Beats,
I'm Gonna Wow 'Em Out
the hottest hits in the club drinkin'
Never trickin' on a pigeon, yo who I'm bringin'
The glock is hittin', but it's reachable by hand
I'm ma beat you wit this,
To celebrated
Reality kept saying you're fucked, ambition saved him
Now I'm their favorite
I could have stuck to school but how was it my life i played by your
It's brilliant, I just wanna thank you Love
For raisin' up this feeling in my life
Not a song for the base lower nature
It's an ode to the bliss
[Originally by Bouncing Souls]
I got a song stuck in my head
Walking down street number nine
I sing it out loud with my friends
And we're all having
school bell ah ringi ningi
Bad bwoi but mi love singi ningi
Cape Coast chilling with a Philly Philly
I’ve been to LA, never been to Philly
My watch glide
most of my songs don't belong in the club
We talking upper echelon I belong in that club
When you walking with giants you should be defiant
Showing you
need a firme hyna to keep me good and doin well
Tell Sancho y La Sancha girl I want ya
I ain't stopping till this young vato got ya
The way you're doing
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