Lyrics:
high
Tell the girl a comical lie
To keep the conversation high
I seen you from afar
Nice frame and your braids long
Gucci bag matching your frames ma
skies comes blue
Through darkness comes light and I be known as the Guru
And this I certify we all should be alerted by
the traps within the system,
star with
My fist raised, Versace shades
My french braids
Had sick chains since 6th grade
Safe to say we've been slaved
These niggas tryna shoot me!
Jumped ahead like June something
Still I'm wheeling that Maybach
Tom Ford with my braids back
Tom Ford and my shades black
Dope boy with a cape
had to eat, this money's good as spent
I'm doin' braids, I wasn't paid enough
I kept 'em long 'cause I couldn't afford a haircut
I got laughed at, I got
Written by Stevie Nicks.
Though deep set and somewhat shadowed
Her life...her mystery
Well It's not so different than the way that he said
"So
Cam ye o'er frae France? Cam ye down by Lunnon?
Saw ye Geordie Whelps and his bonny woman?
Were ye at the place ca'd the Kittle Housie?
Saw ye
We like the breeze flow straight out of our lids
Them they got moved by these hard-rock Brooklyn kids
Us floor rush when the DJ's booming classics
We like the breeze flow straight out of our lids
Them they got moved by these hard-rock Brooklyn kids
Us floor rush when the DJ's booming classics
Snatch a kid by the braids, and cut his head off
Rhymes is rugged like burnt buildings in Harlem
The Ol' Dirty Bastard from the Temple of Shaolin
Older
Smiles and tears
Chubby cheeks and tiny ears
Days of play and sleepless nights
Welcome to this brand new life
Braids and bikes
BFFs
change for a bouquet
Too late, got cha girl by my two braids
And a sidekick 'cause the chick go two ways!
Heyyyy! Doctor (Inda Buildin')
Never get gassed
the mothafuckin' Swisher
Pour some mothafuckin' liquor
For my mothafuckin' niggas who ain't wit' us, keep it trilla
Wear my gold teeth, my french braids, gettin'
Sprewell braids
But the lady said my hair was too short though (aw), damn
I always thought my moms was the illest for that shit (yeah)
Drivin' through
shimmering in purples and yellows
And all the shades
Sparkling in the skies in the rainbows of the Congo
Corn row hair in a million braids
Eyes lit up like
guns in the party
Waves, braids, baldies
Trademarks to army
Is that Horse it must be
I heard he husky
Yeah, there go Jungle eyes red
Looking for trouble
Honeys' with bodies
With Bravehearts guns in the party
Waves, braids, baldies
Trademarks to army
Is that Horse it must be
I heard he husky
Yeah, there
Honeys' with bodies
With Bravehearts guns in the party
Waves, braids, baldies
Trademarks to army
Is that Horse it must be
I heard he husky
Yeah, there
skin, slim
The nice braids, brown eyes
R.O.C.'s stay pimpin' from Jersey to Richmond
y'all playas waitin' to ball like 6th men
I'm done with
Hands on a window pane
Watching some children laugh and play
They're running in circles
With candy canes and french braids
Inspired to question
What
she was blind,
The lark was blind.
An old king came and took her to his palace,
Where the walls were burnished bronze and golden braid,
And he fed
mine
The love is alright and the grace shall show
Sun down I'll meet you by the sea line
I'll whip it off ya top while ya braid my hair
Braid my hair
I'ma take mine
The love is alright and the grace shall show
Sun down I'll meet you by the sea line
I'll whip it off a dime while you braid my hair
ecstasy?
What's happening to me?
stir up my blood
Fuck reality
Render me xstatic
Teach me how to see by giving me shades
help me reverse the laws
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