Lyrics:
head. You can beg, you go fled
But still gonna bleed bloody red
Fuck with mine, we'll be seen in the moonlight
'Cause we out riding, looking for you
into
Yeah I need my loot by rent day
But that ain't what gives me the heart of Kunta Kinte
I'm tryin' to give us us free like Sinke
I can't stop,
who goin, I ain't goin nowhere motherfucker
We gon' see, e'rybody who against me, nigga I'm mad (BITCH)
Haha, yeah, there's only one problem
Everytime
A fools known by his speech a wise man by his silence
You're tryna a leave a legacy, but you perpetuate violence
You Gon talk this and talk that, but
what people say
They're gonna say it anyway
You don't hear what you can't use
It's always been the same old news
You don't beg and you don't plead
Life handed me lemons
I jump back in the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it
By now you just wish I'd fucking die but I electrify
Get
I ain’t got money
I ain’t got a car
I’m a pilgrim of the cosmos
Traveling to the nearest star
No thorns or thistles
No jagged stones
Gonna bruise my
then it's cool I ain't the one
That envy got you empty
Now you're steady skipping lunch
You don't have to beg for mercy I'm a give it right now
But if
anywhere so please
I'm okay with your vacancy
I'm not gonna beg you not to leave
I'm okay with your vacancy
I'm not gonna beg you not to leave
My baby
"Ruby Jasmine on the Mic"
I was tired I was tired of being
A bed bed of flowers
But the thorns were sticking in
I was devoured
By the souls it's
head. You can beg, you go fled
But still gonna bleed bloody red
Fuck with mine, we'll be seen in the moonlight
'Cause we out riding, looking for you
licky, fuck the dicky dicky
And the quickie, gimme your loot
Your MAC-11 then shoot
Your game ain't sweet, John Paul peeps
Shouldn't compete if you
licky, fuck the dicky dicky
And the quickie, gimme your loot
Your MAC-11 then shoot
Your game ain't sweet, John Paul peeps
Shouldn't compete if you
Make money
Then I'll go escape
Gotta go I can't stay
Let me be
I ain't gonna beg and plead
No defeat
I'll die on my feet
Before I live on my knees
Let
from the mandible, and I'll handle you
Break down small, jam out
You gonna take down Paul? It spans out
The hate drowns yall, shut the damn mouth
Because chances are tomorrow night it's gonna be you
Everybody if you turn your attention to the back
By the sound board
Give it up to our good friend Paul
de melón
Your presence feels like I'm in Heaven
Corazón, corazón de melón
And I ain't gonna stop loving you
I ain't gon' never stop, I ain't gon'
and graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm and Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like granite
Took a stroll down an open road
Felt it close as the road's unfold
We don't know where we're gonna go
it ain't a journey if I stop mid-stroll
I want
Yam still don't mess with Larry
Jason mask It's getting scary
Y'all ain't gonna hide for long
These niggas they act like Perry
Two bricks pushing
I'm contracted
A killer on a powder high, Game 7, Lebron clapping, I'll have your
Spinal column out of your body right by you
And your bodyguard
it
Stupid ass bitches! Yo
Niggas just want to compare her to somebody
Everybody! If they ever see me
Sitting down and peeing
They're gonna fucking
grows red roses
We got thorns, you feel the point of all those?
But there ain't no mob, nah it's just me
But I got seven or so personalities
Even alone,
phone, phone, phone, phone, phone)
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire - imitating Pimp C]
Uh, got a chip in my phone, I stay talkin free
If it ain't 'bout money
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