Lyrics:
the car keys in it
I'm getting out
Each brick is a pixel
Each step is a stitch in the dust
Grass it'll whistle
Buzzed by the breath with your lungs
jump a nigga like double-dutch
All of this paper on me I be cutting up
These niggas really ain't dumb enough
Ready for war pussy boy get ya money up
it
I'm always under pressure fool, ain't nothing new!!
No you can not, you can't call me a fool
Just by the fact that I never did follow your
thinking our king is a genius
It's all love when you're living for heavenly reasons
He sent a dove yeah the Spirit the helper He brings it
Always enough
I am Adolfo Pirelli
Da king of da barbers, da barber of kings
E buon giorno, good day
I blow you a kiss!
And I, da so-famous Pirelli
I wish-a
rare
Life it is fair
Because to who she being unfair?
If life is unfair then I think your just terribly scared look up to the Denim sky ain't no “fear
playing for keeps
Trade this land for your lives, yeah that sounds good to me
Time to purge all the pawns from the pedigree
Got no family to speak of cause
to make it by
I'm swimming through tides
The road is hard, it's no surprise
I'm looking up for a better day
It's been a couple rainy days
My mind ain't been
the great Cappadon
Cappadon
As I get it on
I'ma take time to wait for y'all niggaz to stop
It ain't enough room for y'all cats to sound chop
In a class
This ain't stoppin' baby 'til I say so
Come get come get some more, ay
(Es imposible)
Es imposible atrasar las horas
Cada minuto contigo es un
Satan is not by himself. And then at times we only say "Satan I bind you" but we must now say "Satan I bind you, I bind your angelic race, and I bind your
offers and I still ain’t signed em,
and you ain’t gotta ask if I’m cold enough,
I’m dope as fuck now close your mouth and roll it up bitch.
hook 3
lets
Ay, 'Mperuh Morepha
Straight-Edge Rapper
Just do you, yeah
Sunday afternoon, I'm feeling good right now
Right at the top, right at the summit
I'm
really ain't change
Any puto they can get it
Two weeks pass and I'll forget it
Need a glizzy to act tough
Took that bitch and now you're faded
E my hands
Foo than ride your wave
Then spread my ashes across the seven seas
Bad people can't be saved by they fake good deeds
I AM,the psychiatrist right?
But
been doing this shit for so long
Your bitch in my bedroom with no thong
I don't do cocaine, but the white line long
Serenade your bitch, just by singing
with a moat and a pavilion
I reek of good vibes
Smokin' on reefer, I'm high
Percocet fever
The type of pill to make you scratch until your nails
trying to fight idolatry and lust
Being good ain't enough so in God I trust
I got faith
Seeking restitution from all my mistakes
Look me in my face
Verse 1
Ask my kid sista
Right hand hi
I got nothin to gain
By actin like i try
Cock a doodle d oo bitch
The Rooster, cocky
According to my
see you in the club but your eyes full of pain
Your man a wife-beater, find a new man
And for my little sisters in the misery
Sweet sixteen you ain't
This will be the Day That I say fuck it All
Started this shit by myself
That’s how Ill finish Off
If You really tryna eat
I got room for Yawl
All
showing up a day early to his court date
Of course cases vary
a youngin' been tasting flavors of women since Cole Stones met Ben and Jerry's
And if
doing robbers with guns, that's empty
Trials and tribulations
Built up my testimony
It ain't mine
It's His glory
Hail the King
Lordy Lordy
Praise you with
by the lights and all the drinks going around
All the feelings to be shared and each temptation in this town
I can't convince these folk of shit they
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