Lyrics:
ditching
Out the do', firing it up with B.J. and Fo'
Nickel and D slide in the do', that nigga there my nigga heart Lil' Ro
Picking me bitch I'm a real
on these hoes
See these broads want stars
Big dicks down in the drows
Seven days a week seven brand new cars
Yeah I done it parkin' GS 300
Check us
impressed by none of the messes
You pressin' up on
Slut nose, Lee press-on nails and dunks on
And the dunks worn down and stomped on
I bet her dumps worn
Back On My Feet Again
The Babys
(J. Waite, Bugatti, Musker)
I was so lonely until I met you
Told myself I'd get by without love
Drownin' my sorrows
tries to fight it
Thinks that it might leave him alone
Always rears its lady-like head
It takes control of him instead
Now the dog’s being buried by
necklace
There's no other way
We bring it back to the
East like we brother J
Any fucking day, you could come see us
North, South, West Philly
You don't wanna
it didn't end up with ya boy being flipped
But homie ain't tripped, knew it was an honest mistake
Plus I'm neutral, Droog's only concern is his cake
On the Road - Danny Wright
词 Lyrics：Luka
曲 Music：Luka
编曲 Arranger：卡其漠罗洋
混音师 Mixing Engineer：Milan D'Agostini
制作人 Produced by ：蒋雪儿 Snow.J
监制 Executive
forget
about destiny
i can´t return
to event horizon
with you by my side
i can´t go back
i can´t return
all that was is raining down on me
with you by my
a high
Need myself
To sit write
Down my thoughts
Letters to the ones I’ve lost
And my flaws
And the rape that fucking haunts
And the love that I have lost
that nigga died
I got a few songs like J Cole
But this track
On this beat bout' getting your life stole
Nigga jumping outta hiding
Then slanging them
Distance between us
Can't be covered by no phone
Aint no use in staying home
Too cold to sleep alone
But I can't let this go
Handheld PHS
And i'm
(J3 is that you?)
Pop out from my head to my toes
Old hoes, that ain't shit to dispose
Please step down, you got fear in your eyes
You know how shit
see my view you'd be down 'til dead
Name anybody better than me, better than T
Better believe, I never deceive, got heaven to see
Air in the eve, can
I keep my head up in the clouds yea
So they neva ever ever ever ever gonna bring me down
Together forever flyin away
Sunday all the way to Sunday
I
Motherfuck your respect on some wipe me down watch
How the hell is it your time if you ain't never on the clock
And how the hell these niggas ballin if they
role is the side
Cause I jumped by some niggas, he down bad
Cause I bucked out his bike, nigga was sad
Bitch, that nigga on his period, get him a pad
down roads, and buy everything sold
Wasnt New York enough,
ain't West Coast enough
Yo
clbum barely gold,
guess I ain't try enough
Video wasn't fly
It's me. I'm what you turned into
Like what you see? Is this what you had hoped J
Listen cuz I'm dishing it viscous on a broke plate
Everything that
There is still a rest of men
Only crap is on their minds
But if they try to get up
The alcohol will tear them down
Bottlefield
Fun and coma side by side
you ever heard of
Word up, you play with fire, you'll get burned up
Best believe that my shit sound the best, when it's turned up
Loud, mashing down
[defari]
A different caliber of mc
This track is filthy, word to o.j., you make me feel guilty
Of first degree soundbwoy murder
Unlike anything
fall with you
I'm like fuck 'em
I got to
It's a new sheriff in town his name is Reggie Mamoo
Ya hear?
More like Saafir
On a crawl
By watch how daddy
when your cakes right
Ladies shake it; fellas take your
Lady by the waistline
Who in the club said stick to the wall?
You already got your drink from
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