Lyrics:
high off the breeze , hand on The trigger I squeeze, lungs are so Heavy do not let it breathe, obtaining The cheese, money the motive
That's what I
high off the breeze , hand on The trigger I squeeze, lungs are so Heavy do not let it breathe, obtaining The cheese, money the motive
That's what I
talk and we talk
And I just want you to stop for a minute
Close your mouth and just breathe
But then we talk and we talk and we talk and we talk
And I
My momma made me get a switch, ain't no slap on the wrist
If rappin is not yo gift you should stick to rapping gifts now
I be schoolin these young
on the side (jeez)
This frame of my mind is too hard to come by
See I stick to the truth I don't bother with lies (nah)
I'm here with family making me proud
niggas I’ll get on dat ass/ oh u like talkin bout money/ until they come get in dat bag/ riding round wit a stick big shit and I got a couple niggas
I'm the parasite gimme more gimme more
I breathe you in I breath you out
Feed me make me dream about
Sill being nurtured by you next summer ... girl
bright light
You fall at first sight
Type O, my (oh my) blood boils if I
Stick it too close by
My shout let's lie down, let's eat out
Till your
Charlie Hustle, I hope I won't have to go back
to sellin sherm sticks, but if I do that's what I do
Charlie Hustle, I hope I won't have to go back
my knife
Or stick a glock to their temple and say "give yourself to me" These urges
are controlling me
I need a cunt around my dick
I need fresh
about those that suppose
The dead will never rise they sleep after they shut their eyes
They won't ever see the light of day again
They'll never breathe
creation comes from a style, abominations
Assassination, cuts on through like an arabian
First one steps, dies from vocals of buddha's breathe
What's next?
Or bring your Baby by your Mama and then we gone shoppin',
I got'cha rockin' knickerbockers in the summertime,
I'm lovin' how you smell in Chanel number
took my homies getting 'hind
Me to respect the gun
Pushing thirty like Derrike Cope pit crew
See the tree addiction how we stick dudes
Branched off same
And I don't hate people by
Race color or creed to put it simple
I'm just hatin' every motherfuckin'
Thing that breathes and I'm so raw
I make everything
Often on, till the break of light
All hands in the air but
This is not a stick-up
I'm dropping jewels hoping some knowledge
That ya can pick up
Should I stick to the plan or
Should I leave like this
Dear Dad, life’s a struggle
All I have is sore knuckles
Should wear them binoculars
And I have love
stick by je side babygirl als een bamboo my girl
Stuur je locatie en girl Imma come through
Shawty ik ben on my way I am here to stay
Zeg me dat je dit
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