Lyrics:
By the end of the night
(Huh)
If I see a opp it's on sight
Feel like Swae lee
Cause ur bitch got no type
(Huh)
These niggas getting me tight
Sit
of controooool!!! (A big tune)
You put it on me (Uh!!)) ceiling to floor (Ceiling to floor baby)
Only you can make me (Uh) screamin' back for mooore!!!
[Verse 2
bragging
Two gats no maskin´ up
Plus two bags to handle em
One too many secrets
Left my shawty speechless
Had to fight the feeling till I hit the ceiling
room
But that's only after I vomit now (Ughh)
Videos no Vixen
Number 2 or Dixon (which one?)
Don't worry about if my letter done
3 deers left, only 6 in
talkin' 'bout cheddar
Brought to you by your millennium group, The Horsemen
Four swordsmen, from the land of the lost
Ras Kass, Killah Priest and Kurupt
Never saw them drugs fostered in my house
Ran through 12
Hit 2 splits
Cast 4 spells
Went all in
Smelled the tulips as the bodies fell
I couldn't
Jerry Jeff Walker
Well, our story starts in Texas, where he's tempered by the heat
That skinny Alvin boy believes his fastball can't be heat
So he
Compulsive gambler (uh huh)
Exhuming cadavres (okay)
In a crisscross diagonal pattern
And I'll have you holding the lattern (hold this)
Not amused by your
secrets out to flunkies and castrato walkers
See that girl
Watch that scene
Digging the "Dancing Queen"
Two newspaper editors like playground sneaks
One night got me two hoes
Two hoes got me four bottles
Four bottles cost me eight racks, all of that I'll make back tomorrow
Eight racks cost me four
between ya thigh,
Pierce a two by four, my speech off the bat
Soo Back Do with the combat
Skill base intricate but compact
Create black own businesses after
Nigga U not ( U Not)
Paul walker Living life 2 fast 2 furious
Think u can hang U can’t be serious
Turn yo bitch into my backpack
Cuz she was curious
Spilling family secrets out to flunkies and castrato walkers
See that girl,
Watch that scene
Digging the "Dancing Queen"
Two newspaper editors like
finally stand up
They built a new forest today
And the ocean's a little bit bluer
The man two doors down is a surfer
But I can look at all this any time
family secrets out to
Flunkey's and castrato walkers
See that girl, watch that scene
Digging the dancing queen
Two newspaper editors like playground
to a daughter
Within a year a walker
She looked just like her mother
If there could be another
And now she's two years older
Her mother's with a soldier
to a daughter
Within a year a walker
She looked just like her mother
If there could be another
And now she's two years older
Her mother's with a soldier
family secrets out to
Flunkey's and castrato walkers
See that girl, watch that scene
Digging the dancing queen
Two newspaper editors like playground
Fly away I just might
Leave the world Take flight
If i take off these lenses
Might burn your ass with this light
I been up for two nights
I live two
Sylvester Stallone
And I'm catching flights not feelings
LED lights my ceiling yeah they red
And I'm heating up call me toaster
No no I can not post her
I be
my right, yeah
One of the last real nigga left, yeah
Fuck who get left behind, yeah
Tell me I got the best, yeah
I'ma go up on the price, yeah
By
Gaster
You left us behind
Dr. Gaster
You were destroyed by your pride
There was only one of you
Until you split the world in two
Our tears fell
surrounded by sleep walkers, the walking dead
hanging from threads, marionettes with talking heads
going over the dome one chop will leave them floored
even
ran the streets
But the music set me free
When my value was nothing
Add your two cents that I'll never be something
Woulda went by on a budget
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