Lyrics:
High Status till the death
All my haters can rest in peace
When ya friends turn to Enemies
Don't think about just let be
And Ball to ya fall ball
character is counterfeit
Ya faith is illegitimate
The root of all evil got u rats turning for tricks
Cross dis Capricorn alpha male
I'm reserving a ditch
I'm a fucking psycho
Cold blooded like liquid nitro
I kill for fun shit like Micheal
And burn ya like one hit of hydro
I'm cutting my throat
Just
Dicen que estoy loco
Pero estoy loco por Cristo
Ya no prendo el foco
Ni la mota menos pisto
Ahora mi loquera es
Por aquel que aun he visto
Dicen
tonic water
Call me Darth Vader
Cause I'm ya leader
Plus ya father
They sing my song
Like an Alma Mater (Ye Ye)
I just be saucin' with it
Niggas keep
Todo esta en la mente ou shit, ya lo veras tu lo veras dile a tu brosi
Todos en el club, que se pierden por un pussy, lo único k pierden es el tiempo que
Catch u eatin And squeeze 3
Keep the tool like a drill
He ain't even see me comin
Stealth Kill
F*ck around and get ya self killed, Stealth Kill
F*ck
dolería
Pero mi mente te borro y ahora vivo mi vida
Yo te olvide
Te olvide
Yo ya te olvide
No hay mal que por bien no venga
No todo va siempre a peor
Lo
Mente despierta nunca se durmió
No lo superas te falta visión
Cuando acelero parezco un avión
Quería seguirme pero se perdió
Todos ya saben que
Hit my phone, tell me what you need from me
I'm on my way, I'm on my way, I'm on my way, I'm on my way
On the road, tell me what I mean to ya
I'm
Cotorra lanzando
Ya me estoy enfriando
Contigo bailando mami
Se te vio la tanga
Ya tu te imagina mami
Por que quiero manga
Zibao no se manda
Ya te diste
on my lips distort my mind just a bit
A disciple the church of Big Lurch appetite is legit
Imma tear ya heart out u bitch u stayed in the car cuz u bitch
She want
She want
The dosage
Dosage
Dosage
Yea
Shawty gon get me the water
And quench my thirst
Wipe me down wipe me down keep the crown
Clean
Ya
they wanna cut ya head
Wait
If you trynna run the game, they wanna cut ya legs
Wait
Coming from a city they dont wanna see you win
Trynna pull you back
Work thru the phone thats fax nd shit
Yeah that shit illegal they ain't taxing shit
And all ya niggas ass just passing shit
Saying cash me outside
YIKES
Ya'll niggas ain't nice
Man I'm rocking that DKNY, who just said dick me thats yo wife?
YIKES
Ya'll ain't got no life
I be talking bout rack ya
to me
That I ain't never felt before
There's nothing you can say to me
That I ain't never heard
Oh ya
Oh oh ya
Oh ya
Oh oh ya
Oh ya
Oh oh ya
Oh
Hands tickin and tockin that mean ya time up
Want a bad bitch with real titties but cant find her
Every now and then pick up some new designer
Middle
with the stars positioned to see success
Be the best caliper high powered to pierce ya vest
From the era where ya gotta be fresh ya trying to blast off
Preparandome éstos años
Sólo para hacerles daño
Ya que si este pueblo es chico
Nunca estuvo a mi tamaño
No le escribo igual al diario
Esto ahorita
I should love ya
10000 means that I could trust ya
The way you make me feel
10000 reasons I should love ya
I can feel you close
I know
As the angels caged them
With their flaming spears
While the Hurricane whirls
For Evelina
Ya-dadada-Dadada-dada
Thunderstorm
Ya-dadada-Dadada-dada
Lightning
I can tell that used to a sucka
But Swing it my way
And let a real nigga touch ya
Digging on you baby
Pull right up to yo bumper
I can't be yo man
ya
And I never say it to ya face
But Nigga I care for ya
"Whitmore Bro" tatted on yo chest
Nigga I'll kill for ya
So many Niggas then switched on us
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