Lyrics:
On to the next move on to the next step
See you made a bad move something that you'll regret
Got lot on my mind more then cashin' checks
Even in debt I still pay
she no gree
Make I chop her working
No be say I no fit
She no just wan trust me
Got a lot to give
So much special loving
Like a foreign deal
‘‘Twas
Prolly ran by half a bitch
You keep race a thing we tripping on
But I don't give a damn ugh
Imma color myself in with sharpie
Cause I can
Yo chopper
on and you will make it through
No matter what's going on I ask you to hold on
You've got so much more to do
You are broken trust me you will make it
Just get
And you got the notes, so I know you not broke, n****
[Chorus]
(I ain't f***in' wit' you)
I can't rock with you no more
(You and your bulls***)
I had a dream I was on a long journey hope not the wrong path.
Feeling blown away by superman's strong breath.
I can feel the wind so cold it gave me
And exert much self-discipline
To firm up, steady yourself
And take advantage of your great potential
In other words, the more weight you acquire
The higher
master by the Shah
He's asking me to rock
So now I'm giving him the spot
Style be the lyrics I be kicking
Intelligence be ticking
So what's symbolic
lay in the bitter smell,
Burning was on you like a disease
In our kinder of passing our stay,
Death is a blind curb.
The sky came crashing
and I'ma run it
Do you want it? Maybe so, but just know, we're rolling spreads
You claim you want it but you need it just about as much as a hole in ya
of my pet peeves
The more beef the better; sound gay
But you all wanna sleep together, ok
In the club we gon' sneak berrettas
Why not? We got so much
you ain't smoking no more weed in here, man
Chill man
Bobby Steels
Somebody go to the store, man, fuck that shit
Sup kid?
Get baking soda
Yo
you ain't smoking no more weed in here, man
Chill man
Bobby Steels
Somebody go to the store, man, fuck that shit
Sup kid?
Get baking soda
Yo
motherfucking dick
So go ahead and cry me a river you stupid whiny prick
I wanna go play
Wasting my day
I wanna feel the burning passion when people hate
check
To back up, I slap up, r-r-rut put you're boo deck
Yep, so what the heck, you gives rhymes like a cheque
Because the a is for apple, the j is for
Ah the man she wanted all her life was hanging by a thread
"I never even knew how much I wanted you," she said.
His muscles they were numbered
The more beef the better, sound strange but you all wanna creep together
Ok? in the club what a cheesy sweater
Why not, we got so much street credit,
is a warning...
You're surrounded by bombs planned by The Terrorists
And take notes: we never miss
Let my people go, god damn it, let them go
Before I
On the dancefloor, more
Of a new style that's worth your while
It's from Pamona
So you know I had to lay this shit on ya
Hit the switch, then rewind this shit
Grab
locked down
If you ain't me you better shut down
Or get detention
Even if you’re broke
I'll lend you another cash so you can pay attention
And watch me
of a fire, I'm so cool
Everybody wonder how I go through
All of this half of which would have broke you
Came out smelling like a rose even more juice
from a much higher entity
Giving it out like prescribing a remedy
Feel like a 4 but you look like a 10 to me
I'm so high maintenance you can't attend
dirty Bill Laimbeer style
Through great mercy Spirit-filled and dear child
Went from so gritty to headed to a gold city
In Christ I shine, the world's
this edgy shit, feeling fresher than peppermint
You can bet your ass I’ll never quit, got so much finesse and wit
Here to represent and set
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