Lyrics:
in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my palm like it's pomade
Cheering like they got pom poms on
And I'll document it, put it on page
had the tools with the clues you couldn't stunt enough......
cnd live this life like a gangsta by any means I get it
Give a f*** about you wankstas
Ribery
Man a hoe couldn't get a kiss off me
(I heard you had to buy a Tiffany)
Yeah we had a couple setbacks
Went gold, got a fresh plaque
G4 full
male porn stars no the applause isn't necessary you dying to get into my show like a cemetery.
Chorus: Turn me up a little more, fresh till we exit
wanna look, study the handbook of fresh shit
I'm blessed with a gift that uplifts and shifts what you think
What I think sometimes gets missed
So hold
saves que girl you got me all ?
Your fine
And your a perty as chicana
Spend the night, I'll take you home in the manana
Di que si baby doll
Get in my
I'll be back like Swarzeneggar, Terminator
But now, all I want to do is get my wieght up
My man blessed me while I was already bubblin
He didn't dress me
ist laut und du denkst
Der Track ist ill
Und du hast vollkommen recht
Willkommen in Ganxtaville
Ridin' by, mothafuckas always gettin high
In
“EDM Mockney”
Oi there all you nu’ers
It’s the new Summer of Love
Let’s get Khyber-‘oled like muppets
Or a bunch of mockney mugs
And I’ll tell you
Good evening ladies gentlemen!
This is DJ Bryan speaking, all the way from South Korea.
Today, I’m gonna introduce a song ‘SPARKS!’ made by nerdina.
Trial by the sun in the desert
Find solace knowing that I’m not too far from the heavens
Why the end of the block look like Plymouth
Seen a lot
a night
You'll be the DJ, go and play my favourite song
You know that Marvin Gay record with "Let's Get It On"
What's wrong with dialin' it down
We don't
a problem with you
I'm always in the gym
And my face look like I'm gon' hit you
(Silverback) but I'm not, I'm cool
I'll let my lil' niggas get you (Uh)
My
to survive, getting by
Wishing that there was somewhere else we could stay alive
If I was on some island
Holding it down with your friends
Get me out of this
toes
That my bitch I hope you know
Let's go
Shawty get down with the pimpin
Look at this sauce I'm kickin'
Rich white fox I'm drippin'
Put a lil'
infinity?
I destroy that philosophy wit a eight
Now let's build, you rappers are no frills
I'm down by law, you sucka emcees sweatin' me for a funky fresh
like lightning, terrorists Islamic
A ghetto superhero, like Marvel Comics
Vertical limits, fresh notebooks I write anthems to crooks image
Cross
stress
We take flights on jets
Get a necklace and cover it with ice, no less
If yours broke, I'll give you my heart
Blinded by love, I'll just sit in
don't smoke but I catch contact from a contact
Nothing less, not too much
One shot should do I'm tryna stay up on my feet
Yea right two shots, I'll be
on streets,
Man Reload Get gwop repeat it,
Blowing gelarts in public
See them feds I Need for speed it,
Problems man don't need it,
Locked my Old ting
Block
and later make a dub
An MC ate well, so that you can tell
I am not illiterate, no not even a little bit
Nothing like an idiot, get it?
You want the record,
First things first, can we get shit straight?
I've been alone since you left me in your wake
I've been alone to reflect on my mistakes
I've been
verses like a car salesman
I be givin' them quotes
Get it jumping jack rabbit's
I'm back in this backpacker
I'll smack 'em pack! Pack! Pack!
This verse is
Stogies and cognac
Cocktails and straw hats
Long chairs and all that
Airplane mode, I’ll call back, yeah...
White sand and red skies
Let’s lie back,
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