Lyrics:
night
Watching the stars
Fly by on highway to high
We could go all night
Watching the sun
Rising on highway to high
If you go away
I will turn back
two-a-days
Nike campaigns
Big ads on the side of the freeway
Ballin' out wit' my teammates
And ya better believe it
Jeweler callin' with D-Money on 3
it's later at night, and the mood is right for lovin
It's our 3 day anniversary, let's celebrate
Reservation for two at a candlelight dinner
Right
Break up with a bitch by next week I won't remember you (I won't remember you)
Just because I put it in don't mean I'm into you
Into foreign countries
Hopefully I get there today soon
Been by myself when you shoot the news
Like you brought the 2-3 introduce me
To your lil partner she poppin too
Bacon
living hills
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more.
It is a tale Told by
Maybe we should ask ourselves
Maybe we should talk
Don't tell me your good enough
With your angry racist stuff
How can you judge a man
By the way he
you a goddess?/
I think I'm fallin' deep in love, I just got to be honest/
With the, scent of her hair, every time she pass by/
This girl like a leer
beats
Ik had haar aan mijn hand
En toen ging ze uit het niets
Maar ma3lish ben gewend
Van de grond na bekend
Uitgeput kilometers gerend
Uit de put
Came home late 'bout 3 in the morning
Tennessee whiskey
Intuition got me in my crazy zone
Hard headed sin, I got my pressure boilin'
Came
lifestyle with my point of vue
I'm not judging or forcing you to take my clue.
Hey guys, you can let my good word pass you by, but,
How will you make it if
make sense by tomorrow if you should get the time
No ticking like you spent ten long on the ticket
I kick it like a Carmichael with it, and you stoked
a few niggas but not a lot
You gon' have to come back, I'm out of stock
I control my set when I'm by the block
When she come around me, she out her top
always down, every time I hit you up
It's 3 AM, you tryna fuck
'Cause the club closed down (down, down, down, d-down, d-down, down, down)
(Down, down,
you to wonder or to doubt or guess
So let me tell you clearly what I'm tryna express
It's just three little words, yeah, it's not a big deal
It's not
twice, then I thizzle dance (thizz)
Cologne three hundred for the little one (for the little one)
I'm slidin', mob be killin' 'em (good job)
(Yeah,
강아지 좋아하니 이리 와 놀자
자 어서 와 honey (ba ba ba ba ba ba)
This is real brass by the way
(Ba ba ba ba ba ba)
Or my mouth hey
내가 따라가도 피하면 안 돼
꼬리를 계속 흔들어
fuck around and get high
And release a album by accident
The more shit I put out the more haters become irrelevant
I'm spitting fucking flames
species die
Been a real nigga since 3 feet high/ ain't shit changed
Been to prison 2 times/ beat life twice/ nigga ain't shit lame
See it from my angle/
tell by the look up on your fuckin face (you a bitch)
Boy you ain't never been late so let me demonstrate
But I'm the one with the problems why you
gonna be around
Y'all gon' feel me on this one
Aight, real, real rap
Fuck is the deal, man?
It's game over, raw coke on the mirror by the thing
of her own blood
Through a text, cut herself for something that I had done
Overseas, but I always get followed by bad luck
Bad time, I call on my homie
I said, "you lookin' like you came by yourself"
I see you in the Killer Reese is there anyone else
Like myself
You know that I'm the headliner
Beemer with the Florida State tag
Hair did, tatted up, wit a whole lotta ass
Headed to the strip club with a whole lotta cash
In the back surrounded by
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