Lyrics:
so soaked in this misery
The blood on your hands will
Never flow from rinsing with water
Ya know it’s o, 2, you know it’s H in front
You know you
a metal box to imitate security there's a blue sky over me but the fear is on me.
In a place where ball games are strictly forbidden luxury two bedroomed
it's meat or vag-
It goes: 1, 2 for the money that I blew
When the sky was painted gray and I was feeling blue, it goes
3, 4 for the feelings that I
You ain't got nothing on these moves, you're two left feet
Years since I've been beat, you can suck it through your teeth loose
We beat the beat til
Loving the vibe this is one of a kind
And you know I buckle up when you ride
Just let me know how you feel inside
Walk with me then I know you gone
sniffing on white while I’m counting up blues
In my jam groovin but this ain’t the blues
He slid for his stripes Steve better have clues
I hate to be
Dogg of them all?"
There was a rubble-dubble, five minutes it lasted
The mirror said, "You are, you conceited bastard"
Well that's true, that's why we
Dogg of them all?"
There was a rubble-dubble, five minutes it lasted
The mirror said, "You are, you conceited bastard"
Well that's true, that's why we
home
I got the Johnson baby powder and Cool Water cologne
Now I'm fresh, dressed like a million bucks
Threw on my white socks, with my all blue Chucks
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
Rolling over in the morning light
Thinking of you laying by my side
Keep forgetting I'm away from home
In another hotel on my own
Curse
precision
Hot like when Pac first popped out of prison
Two schools of thought headed for a collision
Did it big for a minute then you lost yo vision
powered by grief
Every sound I create set me free
Either you inspired or you hating
That ain't G
Blue checks can't verify you in the streets
Well at least
session)
(Hip Hop, one, on-on-one, one, two, one, two)
(Sweat inside my hand)
(Hip Hop)
(The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock)
(Hip Hop)
heard of me get some cue tips
I never miss aim my cue stick
Go eat a dick here's a tooth pick
New whip new kicks new phone who dis
Blue chips two
minutes passed, met up at a red light
Called him on his celly
Said "Let's hit the deli and grab a bite"
So now it's me
Lenbo and Castro inside of my car
three hours an forty-four minutes straight to Frisco,
bumpin the Rappin, 4-Tayzee baby,
me an 40 Water in the big body Mercedez.
(*Rappin 4-Tay*)
in the pockets and wealthy inside i always say
girls will be boys, boys will be girls
until all this confusion destroys the whole world
don't hate me
of me
Got a plug for the eighth on the low
Yeah they mad so now they wanna hate
But they know
All we see is blue faces at shows
That shorty is replacing
don't flush out water
Trap phone jumping Vince Carter
I just made bail for this shit
2 Bands out my stash
I made 30k in one month
But shit money move
beautiful baby
But theres blood on the leaves
Let me roll up my sleeves
Im on the go
To go get it
Im Clockin in
By the minute
Im Finishin then im gone
Im
violent
I'm from a city by the water
Crab in a bucket it's a big disorder
What I been through will probably have a nigga heart rate jumping
Rated R shit now
it right, let me get a minute
Nothing left to say, all by my lonely
Still think about you day after day
All that you showed me left me to pain
You
of error In order to shine
Said I'm
Heartless by design
I hide feelings like it's a
If I can turn a dollar 2 then it's Simple water to wine
Will I
Turn
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