Lyrics:
and the finger of a thirty-eight
Dust by far, my rap repertoire
Be the art of murderin' makin' it hard for you to spar
We can chill and puff the ganja, but
Raised by my momma, yup
Play for Toronto son
Got game, so from the ladies
Get a lot of love
I aint tryna brag, I aint gassed
Nope, not at all, hot
watch yo step
He wont fuss
He'll just bust
Ask those fucks
I left em in dust
Trust or bust
Cuss and get drunk and talk big shit
Man yo bitch so
watch yo step
He wont fuss
He'll just bust
Ask those fucks
I left em in dust
Trust or bust
Cuss and get drunk and talk big shit
Man yo bitch so
I think I fell in love with a porn star
And got married in the bathroom
Honeymoon on the dance floor
And got divorced by the end of the night
dropper ma bang bang
Ndakachilla ne rare gang
Infinite
The big Voice
Siego colly huh
Saigo life
Skelimbo walimbo
Manager Luwis aaah
Mistanextlevel
Aah
fresher than a peppermint (uh)
'Til today I dey the same because I can't change
I be naughty by nature, I be gang gang
Now your girl she say she like,
Unconceivable, unbelievable
Grammar like a hammer information receivable
Sent by the Lord, here and abroad
with words well adored now they can't
I catch my inspiration
The manuscript they're saving is the one
I scratched my name in
This is by love, to love, through love
True love
Turn
an option
I'm gonna count to three
One ya betta run
Two I'm telling you
Three don't fuck with me
Go grab ya boys
Cause I got big toys
Bang bang!
Lil man, man
I said a hip hop
Hippie to the hippie
The hip, hip a hop, and you don't stop, a rock it out
Bubba to the bang bang boogie, boobie to the boogie
farming drained the green earth dry.
We lost it all only love was left, and that was the one thing money can't buy.
We're all dust bowl children
was born and raise by the river
I was born and raise in a big big town
I was born and raise by the river
Oh mon Dieu, donne-moi la force
De prêcher la
in a big ditch
Yeah yeah
Nigga if you can't tell
Fucking round with me
You gon end up in hell
We was copping big gas
Right by the Shell
It was just me
having hella clothes
And I bang Rich Gang to the core
I turned my ruby stone to a charm
It go one time for the money
Two times for the show
Three
my love gun
Pop it off and kill everybody
And after dust it’s just us
Ain't no back seat (Back seat? Baby ride in the front)
So I got shotgun (Shotgun?
man
Bang! Cah man are real big mic man so
Bang! Wiley's a London man
Bang! Gyaldem know I'm the man
Bang! Know that I'm old school man
Yes, who's
the chinese police
Here the dogs roll by?
Is this here they keep
The philostophers now,
With the rugs & the dust,
Where the books go to die?
How many yez got?
just fuckin wit a brand new thang
Bang, bang, take that, nigga 'fore we skirt out
Aint gotta say shit already put the word out
Ya heard how the thang
can't bang with us (huh)
Angel dust, South Bronx streets they label us, notorious, can't be touched, yeah (woo)
Back of the block, yeah it was hell,
aim they're bringing death again (bang, bang)
I pray for these residents (why, why?), we're all illegal aliens
(Yo) Our love is never caving in
This
No plan, no game, no win
Get down on your knees, get prayful
Get up, dust down, stop moving
Big men never tell his struggle
Stay quiet, work hard,
love would be too much
Or you'll be left in the dust
Unless I stuck by ya
You're the sunflower
You're the sunflower
Every time I'm leavin' on ya
more
Peng girl, big back, of course
Bait face, still bang for the cause
Get a boy down and I'm getting in Ps
I love dripping in sauce
One day, I'm
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