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Sunday morning it’s a vibe, Wilson B. Nkosi (Let’s go)
6 by 9, for the brand new (Ishu)
Slide it by for the homie
It’s a vibe, for the chart
Five
always get in the way
the suburbs dream tonight of finding their muse
damn those rape victime writers and their five star reviews
wouldn't want
the niggas that you inspired by
Come see how Play Dirty livin', we the flyest guys
We got all the hoes in the building, it's a firefight
Fuck pressure from
left me hangin an I'm still with it
Make 'em starve
While I eat up this meal ticket
Damn, I done popped out with ten
But that ain't nun cause
These
hurts
When I get you to myself, it's murder
What you mean, you and me? I'm here all by myself
You around, she's around, just be polite and not leave
He xanned off but your girl stay texting
All this damn gold on my neck, I'm flexing
Two chains, two names y'all keep guessing
High five and a hip
[Chorus]
Runaway, run for your life he's returned...
[Carlos Coy]
I ain't worked in 2 years, guess who's back
Still, my whole albums sell like
Factory by five, and as the morning hits,
She's working a double-split shift,
The boss says "Hope you don't mind"
In a hand-written note placed in
love this bitch, but I hate her friends
Whole time, she fuckin' with five (Joe)
I couldn't believe my eyes, uh
I caught the ho by surprise, uh, uh
de conneries
By the way c'est Laurent Fortier, pour les rappers c'est Lary
Pour les jeunes filles c'est daddy pour la femme d'ma vie c'est mari
KEEP IT
Fuck these demons that's inside of me (anxiety)
Always overthinking things (just let it be)
It's like I'm playing hide and seek (someone find me)
I
I ain't paid my rent in three months
I'm so out of touch with feelings
I got lows and I got highs, I'm just trying to get by
I'm not perfect, baby
Yayah
Hey me, it's me again
Well, I know you don't like me but anyway
Left the body, I'm beside it, let's conversate
Give a damn about the timing,
struggling all damn day
Never see the sun cause skies stay gray
This for the little kids that can't go play
Cause everybody outside playing with an AK
Come
struggling all damn day
Never see the sun cause skies stay gray
This for the little kids that can't go play
Cause everybody outside playing with an AK
Come
smile shines like a shooting star
lòng này vì nàng mà chàng chìm vào vòng xoay cuồng quay cuồng quay tìm mãi mà chẳng thể nào thấy được lối ra
Vì ngọt
what you're told Just let it roll
She, she’s really cool
You met her outside after school
Sat by the pool
Its 5 degrees Is she a fool Is she a tool
to see it with the human eyes
Swingin' like Trey 'til all of my targets are neutralized
If you surprised, then react, 'cause damn, it starts when you
sold out
Damn right I've sold out
I've just been waiting
For the right offer
Comfortable quarters
Regular rations
Twenty four hour
Five star
a flock of geese would fly on by
i`m hopin
i can bag not 4 but 5 reloldin
jesus fucking christ
that's the biggest moose i have ever seen
get my gun god damn
crisco
With the extra fat
I'm wishin
A flock of geese would fly on by
I'm hopin
I can bag not 4 but 5 reloldin
Jesus fucking christ
That's
brothers is dyin, some brothers gettin rich
Callin theyself 9-5 crack dealer pimp
Ain't that a trip, that's how I thought, fool
Lookin at these young bucks I
yesterday man, what the fuck, damn,
One day kid, you'll understand,
So I ran and I ran and I ran, is there hope?
Nope, but there's dope, I hope you
to fly or sell dope
We 'sposed to give em' the key so they can get in the door
Still had to kick in the door just to get in the door when he was five
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