Lyrics:
his old boy spit it like an old veteran
Fernie
Aha, I was old boy spitting like an old veteran
I'm in a lane by myself
Ain't checkin' for nobody
and will never beat him
It feel like all my life I been needing a break
Looking at my family, I ain't wanna make the same mistake
And I know that shit
baby
Take it day by day
Baby, baby
Sure you're gonna say
One, two, three, four, dancing, dancing
One, two, three, four, dancing in the night
One,
know this life eternal
Boy don’t make me get started
By the way
I think I got time today
All y’all tryna ride a wave
I live right beside a lake
By by
New York
We m4sh on them
We go m4sh on them
We gonn m4sh on them
It's two three four who this boy
Ladies show me love
Opps try ridicule us
End up
Fe Fi Fo Fum
That boy look young
But might go dumb
Flow like 4 guns
Sip on potion
Hit so potent
Think bout my life
Eyes wide open
Fe Fi Fo Fum
That
the way getting shook
You got to play the game by the book
I fuck around and your life getting took
And last but not least, when you make that money
Ayy, ayy
I'm with my crew them my loose screws, ayy
And no we don't pack no deuce deuce, ayy
Got 4 O's with bout two two, ayy
At yo nose and yo
of a thousand death?
Young boys rest now, cold graves in cold earth.
How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death?
1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - We don't want
no Dey die two time
If I fall I rise even if I fail ten times
I go stand like fan
Me I be one of one
Me I no be 2 by 2
They wan knack me 4 by 4
grandpa
Gone I watch the sky
I say bout 4 bitches all up in my life done
Ever seen my crying
Known to toot file I’ll never lie
And once I’ll do I’ll be
a gang
Boy, what you claim?
Throw up your gang
Switching four lanes
And our whip not the same
Low down, dirty
Put you to shame
What is her name?
the troop
I told em jay got snatched
The dowen boys got connects on silencers for gats
Bring me four, meet me by jay mom's crib
I'll be there in ten, it's
Story of my life... Yeah!
1st VERSE
Me ne me boys, sika nni yɛ botom a, kɔm tumi de yɛn saa ma y'ani peepee.
Adwendwen n'adɔɔso nti yɛntumi nnyɛ
Fly high
Bye bye
All the niggas that got by
Hating for so long
Or waiting for something to go wrong
Would name em but fuck it life goes on
Stopped
F#m Em A7sus4 A7
From those tobacco hanging good ole boys to the men that mine our coal
G
concentrate I’m ADHD crazy
Swearing in that 4 rings foreign German, feel like JME
Yeah they flexing on the gram but In real life dem boys be dead broke
I
I got my whole life ahead of me
This path got hurdles
Smoke rappers to make up for the herbal
It's quite fertile after 4 months of murder
I push em
I was born a land-bound farm boy
And in New England raised
The rippling of the wheat fields
Well they were my ocean waves
Each rise and fall, each
known at the time for hits from Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam and they had this massive hit by the Backstreet Boys, All I Have To Give. Every so often I rip him
4, 3, 2, 1
[redman] hahh [method] hah
[method] yeah [redman] yeahhh
[ll cool j] make it butter
[redman] I'm gonna bankhead bounce!
[ll cool j] no
Black boy joy
(It's a sunny day)
Black boy joy
Look
Let me say sum
Yeah, I won for life (For life)
Yeah, I won for life (For L)
Thought about my ex
put E before the D, 'cause that's all you on
You on Pac's dick (bitch), you a replica, guy
If he was still alive, you would never get by (for real)
to the Philippines and get mo' head than guillotines
Boy, life ain't nothin but fat checks and head sex
So I'ma get mobile, stay global like FedEx
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