Lyrics:
legs, they look just like a road map
She's got to feed the monkeys crawling round her back
It helps to numb the pain when the rough boys play their games
all of that
He be sleeping on a day on the top of my map
So throw your hands in the air and start to party
Here it is, Simbaleo
[Bridge]
the rapper to put South Park and the map
It was me N-I-P Psycho Nip with a strap, for real
You know what I'm sayin'?
It's your boy Ganksta Nip.
First
Deep down south where nobody goes
Unchartered swamps only grandad knows
Found his maps thought I'd go explore
Gonna find a big croc that's for
to steal
>from all my niggaz who can't grab, ain't no fun robbin and can't brag
Cop grams and hand bags
That's like life with no map, a dolja soldier
fella Duke
And if they kill me
They gon' have to kill you
Now gimme death
The realest nigga to put his hood on the map
Took the hood off the track
Put
on the damn map
I brang mo Bam Bam than Bigalo with these sick floes
Affiliated with kick doe's alarms, bombs and kick hoes
Can of slick loads is what I flip
Silencer is creepin up out of the sight
With a homicide like that
Ready to take you off the map
[Chorus: Low Profile Artist]
Califa Thugs....
Up in
said we'd never have to stop this conversation
If we hurry we could take the 9:05
She said i guess my maps won't do me any good now'
This must be what
to was
Like Batman without the suit
Now it's my turn to try and put Manny on the map
I just hope I can do it like you
Hope I can get one million views
instead you should try
2 see your future map out your steps
And make sure no one dies
The good life (good), one day that's what I'll be livin'
Fantasy
never looking back
Look at where my eyes can see
I'm in a rush against time
To add my legend to the map and see
These bars are guillotine
Like a synth in
scene on the map
I know the niggas who been talking down but whenever they see me
The first ones to dap
Look at my record nigga (Flawless)
I can't
m'en tape
Tu veux m'abattre, Google Maps
J'vois qu'tu m'attaque, j'garde mon nafs
J'ai la mentale, pas de pare-balles
Je débite sale, accord parental
a tank of gas
Take an old black road
That ain't on the map
Gotta little hula dancer
Bobbin' in my back window
She's gonna stick with me
Wherever I go
soft
You make maps on my back
You blockade the door
I sink to your floor
Get ready for war
You're hot fog
The bad decision that I lie here
I saw the lion on the elephant?s back
I heard your name in a book, saw your face in a map
And now I hear your name everywhere I go
But I'm the quiet
sprits will inspire those who never believed.
Follow the map we share upon our sleeves.
We share, we share.
Ambition leads us to, a higher plain where
and a couple of tears on my cheek
Dad slipped me some traveling cash through a map
With it highlighted right on the dash
And I realized as I look back
That
keeping
Well this is come back season.
Well this is come back season I call it come back
I've seen the whole map and I'll be back by the evening
Cause
know why
We don't make up our own moves
We got nothing to prove
Baby hock that diamond ring
Oh, We'll buy a road map and some gasoline
And we'll
I hold a photograph
I get lost in the way it was
It's like a treasure map
To all I've had
I found you along the way
I remember how you'd look
Light a match and burn this all down
Suffocate the voices in doubt
Nothing here is falling in place
A map that points to all our mistakes
Too
Marked it and made it to mine
A suitcase full of secrets
Contained only my silence
Safe inside this plastic sphere
I traded the dream for a map
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