Lyrics:
all past
Such a wearisome trade is the weaver
Where are the girls, I will tell you plain
The girls have gone to weave by steam
And if you'd find them
it's all bad, leave his parents all sad
Cops with a mystery
Murderin' ain't shit to me
This a killing symphony, my nigga, for real
I still keep
up on their dream
In other words they hesitated to take it
But I swear I'ma make it
Better than ever before
'Cause half of y'all don't even know
See I
makes me wanna just get up and go
Get, pressed, fresh, dressed and I'm out the door
Jump in my 6-3, hit the juice on my ride
Sportin' white, Cortezes,
loyalty is sacred
Circle smaller than a tip of a blunt
Fuck designer shit looking basic
Plain Black Ts even when I make it
Stacked up cheese we keep it low
from the chill
And by the grace of God
We will be in Massachusetts
You can tell me about the times you spent
In the Rockies and on the plains
Please
was inspired by all of my friends
To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in
Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up (wassup?)
Cocaine
Just seen another cover story on me by Forbes (by Forbes)
In a Black Cadillac with the bulletproof doors (doors)
Lit the hotel room up, white ashes
dropped the bitches off now I'm
Off to my uncle house
Stopped by the liquor store
Nothing but the thugs out
White tees and Chucks
One nigga hit me up like
For I'm quick on the trigger and I brook no disputes
I will take what I fancy and burn all the rest
cnd leave you like cdam in your innocence dressed
boy up,
Let my window down for my people to chunk a deuce up,
Woofers banging chain dangling representing for my Lord,
White T-shirt white shades I’m
decent and take a damn shower
You won't ever fuck me
You're crying for hours
When I first ever met you
I loved all your crazy
You stayed up all night
or two
This man gave his heart, this what the 'uck y'all do?
But yo, don't stress my youth, word bond, we got you
Tell Baatin I said what's up, word, he
the president of Rap leave it up to me l paint the white house black ain't no future in yo stuntin naw man
ain't no future in yo stuntin
{ LAST VERSE: 3rd
apologize for all the women I went with
That got messed around
Shawty, why you all dressed up?
I like you more when you dressed down
'Cause the ass on you
and white)
Is the theme tonight
So much joy the season brings to us
Snow is glistenin' outside
Pine trees all are dressed in white
Pretty presence underneath
the candlelight
So supernatural
A vision of wonder all dressed in white
And I wonder, how long can this go on?
Midnight imaginings confusing reality
Caught
a
Nigga fresh off the couch
Then I pull up in that white thing
But I don't mean it as if
It's something to brag about
Shit, my car's just white man
Sharp
and
Nigga I'm home on these charts, y'all niggas visitin'
It's Hov tradition, Jeff Gordon of rap
I'm back to claim pole position, holla at ya boy
Get up
Hook
Lil mama like the way I tawlk Mi Slaing
Or the way I do my thang
Bet about a thousand I can walk balmain
All white drip cocaine
Vvs diamonds
Hide in darkness, bask in the light
Wolves dressed as sheep in plain sight
Only shot no chance to waste time
Best move rage into the late night
Nice
the air say ayoo
Don't let go
I know you got all dressed up for the party
Waiting on me to make you my shawty
We will never worry about them
Just stay by my
blanket while the bird
Opened and closed its wings like a matador
Giving up on murder
Jutting its beak, turning a circle
And flashing, again
The ruddy
all that spilled
Anger marked by brokenness
Reflection sank into my chest
We failed to land or so I said
And I can feel the tension, I can feel
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