Lyrics:
chicks in the living room
Getting it on and they ain't leaving till 6 in the morning
"O" is for oochie
Oh you ain't know
How many O's in the bankroll
chicks in the living room
Getting it on and they ain't leaving till 6 in the morning
"O" is for oochie
Oh you ain't know
How many O's in the bankroll
of gravity
I'm a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva
I'm gonna go go go
There's no stopping me
I'm burnin' through the sky yeah
Two hundred degrees
isis
That’s that bomb diggy. Y’all with me
Gimme feedback if y’all like this tightness
No : you can’t rap in my circle
Hoe : you try rap and I’ll hurt
of gravity
I'm a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva
I'm gonna go, go, go, there's no stopping me
I'm burnin' through the sky, yeah
200 degrees, that's why
y6 tha sargent
& don't make me call him to bomb you
I put em right in front of my people
Ain't getting no stripes from
Me rocking Adidas
Stopped by my
is we been dying for years
It's time now
I got the grind now
Plenty of times I wanted to blow up like a bomb now
The time's ticking so it is in
arrest
That's what happens to the kid with the neglect
Look at the mirror, lot of shit to reflect
Motherfuckers spitting bombs, word to my bond
I'm
for haters
Not small creatures like crows
Cause Abi is here to stay, Uuh
Imma freaking ticking bomb
Tik-tik-tik
**click**
Oh no it clicked
You got
je bent
Je wordt helemaal leip als je niet blijft wie je bent
You can get crazy I don't care who you are
Lose yourself to me I'll plant a bomb in your
Quiver
Pull and arrow let it fly-open eyes-analyze-we been blinded by the secular prize
But no fortune you amass will ever last
So let it go, let it flow,
back and chitchat
Maybe have a jam, spit scats and eat biscuits
Before you know it's midnight and you're running through the moonlight
And you realize
to Philly
To get my scrilly
Ya'll know the really
It truly cost to floss
So I'm wanted by the haters so I pack a nina ross
And ball and chose to roll
a few bags of do bad
she the bomb when you hit it
'cause you glad to get blasted like Manson
knowin' Mr. Dutchmaster burn faster
but Big Daddy done turned
lifetime
It's time by now that you should know
The present time is the right time
Just let the feeling roll
Just let me take you there
We got to take
CHORUS
The king called up his jet fighters
He said you better eaarn your pay
Drop your bombs between the minarets
Down the Casbah way
As soon
Let your world be wide open and your fears be blown apart
May your voice be louder than bombs
Somewhere in silence find one to trust
Lift your
I'm the kind of guy a girl takes home to mom
With pleated khaki pants, cologne that's the bomb
(Sure smell perty)
Shake her dads hand
Look him in
Meet me outback, we layin all the true ass facts
'cause this is real in me, it may not be real to you
But this is how we sing it when we rock with our
[Tame One]
I was out to bomb like Vietnam, but in this rhyme, I'm the prime suspect
Handcuffed for stuff that I ain't hit yet
It seems
bombs, hidden in case
He activated one and went into the room
Where was flowing the spirit of doom
The time was ticking, and when it had gone
He slowly
selling bags fire bally by the eighth, always got official and i keep that cali shake, when they see pushin benzys best believe them boys gone hate,
Oh I’m alone
I see the thunders in my eyes
I look the reaper and i pray more
Cause I didn't buy my place in sky
Afraid to walk
And feeling trapped by
Today I’m going to my limits
I’m going / too fast / to my / …makeover
I got a smoke bomb, looking for a cornerstone
An hemispheric stratospheric
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