Lyrics:
really just touchin' the loot
If you act a fool, we comin' with tools
Ain't givin' a fuck bout the rules
Don't miss when I shoot, gon' give you the boot
To *'Stand By Me'
Like Ben E. King said
The rest of my life
Listen!
Baby! Baby!
It's too (late)
You're too late to wake up
(It's too late to wake up)
once was turn to so dime
I plead with all your mistake, one by one you pull the weed off my brain
I have no strength to regain no time for you to explain
Chorus: {Tec-9}
Why is everybody player hate'n me
I guess it 'cause, I''m ballin' in that U.P.T.
It's the incredible, un-takeable T-E-see and
A lot
Look, if you had, one shot
To sit on your lazy butt, and watch all the TV you ever wanted
Until your brain turned to mush, would you go for it
the best die respect
My Columbian neck tie (whoo)
You just can't pass death by! (uh uh)
You can be homie - Cuhz - Neutral (yeah)
God Body - Neita - King -
I've reached the highest low
By feeling sorrow and disbelief
Trading joy and laughter for grief
As my heart starts running low - so's the dough!
to be abused and misconstrued
See it's just not about me but about you too
Living in a world with unwritten rules
Where we all are looking like fools
When
believe you brought this nigga man I heard about his ass
The only fool dumb enough to flunk his P.E. Class
It's not that he's dumb, he's just wild and he's
been searching for the key
But realized that it was in me
You can put ya full trust in me
Don't be fooled tryna fuck wit
Oh my god Ron E Polo
You a fan i
Oohh ohh eeeh ei eh
King King Promise
Killbeatz let's go
Mete m'ani a you're not by side
Baby you've gone for a while
Wofe mea anaa ɔdɔ yewu yɛ na
Susanna
Mimì
Essa è pur ben vestita
Rodolfo
Gli angeli vanno nudi
Mimì
La conosci? Chi è?
Marcello
Domandatelo a me
Il suo nome è Musetta... Cognome
don joung, e don kass
E better na for die left di tin dem for di ground
But ma brother no be so you get for push even e hard I know u sad
Wolombo
redundant, I'll separate your body from soul
Now your body is cold, spiraling out of control
Now you're over there, body odor is pungent
For coming out
Duck for cover, you marked motherfucking
Didn't Mama say not to play with niggas from the gutta?
I smell undercovers, I die with my brothers
And when
messed up friendsCorrection bro you ain’t got no friends But anyways you fool those weirdos in your diss who think they’re coolThey just look mad plus
the billboard sloan
Check it now, you get the gold dick award
It's like jail and it's the sixth floor
Test me, floating in the S.E., now let's see
Half of y'all
a fool for you babe
You say you go day
During Sun and rainy days
But your love
E don dae fade
You don dae promise
Annnd fail
Mumu me
I thought I was
Melodically and sonically the best and
Ironically was choir boy MVP
You can't tempt me i used to get head by the
Pews during father franks hour-long homilies
December
I been feeding for a duel
So talk and remember ooh
Ghoul call me kin
Don't you know I'm your king
Girl cannot sing but I do love her friend
Swear I
Priceless like emeralds, check out the ski mask
King Tut's nephew gave it to me for three bags
Of heron, Don Baron, sniff a bag of blow
Fifth out,
shit
Je ka soro nipa rape, eyin boys how e dey be
For real, I gotta ask wetin dey work you G?
You don't own that kuchie, why take it forcefully?
Shun
Duck for cover, you marked motherfucking
Didn't Mama say not to play with niggas from the gutta?
I smell undercovers, I die with my brothers
And when
Duck for cover, you marked motherfucking
Didn't Mama say not to play with niggas from the gutta?
I smell undercovers, I die with my brothers
And when
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