Lyrics:
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Sometimes I'm surrounded by darkness, sie beraubt mich
Um Talent und um mein Lächeln, all die Demons auf der Schulter
I try to shake 'em off, so wie Saquon
(ay)
And they say don't say it 'less you mean it
Back when I was young
I said "I will be the one"
People said they couldn't see it
But on the other hand
and probably keep it trill (Um)
Chain links, by nigga, popular demand nigga
My bitch pearls from the clams, nigga
She can ride the dick no hands (Uh)
While I'm
Yeah Young Moola Baby
Now it was me and lil cc and we was chillin by ourselves
Orville Red and popped a pill and now im feelin myself
all these cuts
the brain
Dickhead, by the time you get fed
I be somewhere with a six pack and a six pack
Her lips and her hips thick
My boxers are covered in her lipstick
the brain
Dickhead, by the time you get fed
I be somewhere with a six pack and a six pack
Her lips and her hips thick
My boxers are covered in her lipstick
"Now, wait, wait, wait minute, Frank"
"We gotta a lotta angry guys in there
Black Muslims, Panthers, Young Lords
Besides your average anti-social"
Pretty young champ like Camacho, spittin the hot flow
B-Boy shout, Zulu gestapo, bro
You know my stilo, cigarrillo con tamarindo
Habichuelas negras,
Archibald:
Oh my! This is more serious than I thought.
Larry, what do you see here?
Larry:
Um, that looks like a lip.
Dr. Archibald:
What about this?
Larry:
these niggas who ain't face none
But I'ma be the nigga that they feelin' when the day come
Thirsty for the pay, young niggas led astray
Stray bullet
me, what do you see here?"
Larry: "Um, that looks like a lip."
Archibald: "And this?"
Larry: "It's a lip!"
Archibald: "And this?"
Larry: "It's
Once upon a time, Brooklyn was the scene
In the project that they called Fort Greene
There lived a young man, Cinderfella's his name
To make it
I'm in the studio right now actually)
Are you? (Um hm)
You got something to offer good grief
Them young guys come in the uh
What what you do
How do
So this next song is called, uh... "Late Night Vybez" and the hook...
Yeah, yeah, make some noise...
Uh, this... this hook was inspired by um
mad boring
Or like my shit produced
By a nigga
Who low on storage
Or like my engineer
Stop mixing my recording
Because I couldn't afford it
But um
soul packing knowledge
If they ask me where I got it
I say out da mud
Yea
Ground pulled from under my feet
And still
I'm looking up
Oh yea
Listen
Um
Ima
looking for me girl
Then you know where I'm at
You know a young nigga be posted
Where the strippers bottles and racks are
Clothes be smelling loud
Like I
fuck with you boys
Can't be in the same spot for too long
Ima make a quick play then um gone
Man you talking too much on the phone
I'll admit I was
Know what I'm on
Know what I'm on
Bro is you dumb
Yeah
Young Prod way up back up in it like the hallways
I tried to give em all help
Guess they gotta
I was really hoping that you would pick up because I miss you a lot and, um, I'm sorry
that I'm crying right now but I'm drunk and, um, I miss you so
Still agree to bleed a birthstone
Even if alerted to the dirt throne
Freely by your tentacles squeezing
Into a turncoat
Yikes, inertia days and vertigo
yay
The late nights to the early days all
A nigga knew is street life
Young G's beneth the street lights try
Not to catch street strikes
You better run
Opie
Um, so I'm out when the police
Come, like a nut, I'm a nut
For the bucks like a shotgun bust, and I bust
Venom inside the brains of young dames
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