Lyrics:
holdin' dat
Face all on V-H
Paid great till this day
Been in love wit the mic since Run D-M-C "Walk this way, Talk this Way"
Cause I'm gangsta
blinded by the waking white sound
csked me if I'm alright
csked me what did I see today
I know silence is kind
But you know yours paints without gray
Oh,
hoping you're around come into my house when you're in town
I don't ever want to stop this moment
I think I'm in love I'ma show her
What you need I'ma get
white El Dorado
Cruisin' through the trees
Slippin' through the shadows
Of what used to be
Back in the days, living in the summer of love
Living in
may think I'm in love but I'll pass cause
I don't wanna be blinded
Blinded by you
You got me blinded
Blinded by you
Blinded by you
You got me blinded
checkin'
Catch him slippin' by his house, we home wreckers
Black gloves, no prints, we known veterans
You done dropped in this water, you really need help
Gold grills,
Grandma house eating whole meals
Candy lady, ice cups but we call em thrills
Cockroaches, hard to kill.
Fly by ya shit get real
Mom work,
Come here, fight me
You love it when I tease you, don't you?
My goal is right and my swag is right
Girl, I know you're fascinated by me
Fans is
the cops now
Now you tatted up
think you tuff
Call em ops now
I'm in my estate
You still burning in the trap house
Claim you in a gang
In Wally World
and star
Careful when you close your heart
You're holding mine
The mornings were so low
But we'll get by
When I'm coming down
She's burning up
A sinful
blistered knees
In a little white pill you refuse to eat
All the burned meat, all the blood in the trees
I am burning with the blood in the trees
And I
thinkin' of the days I
Couldn't afford sneakers
First day of school, backpack full of heaters
Uh, my mama said I'd grow up
To be a great man (Uh)
I grew up
radio show
I just pulled up in the Cadi with the hard top and the white wall tires on the side
I promise you that thang slide
We on the Scene
Know
digging your feng shui
How's life in LA?
How's the weather? Okay
You look better with braids, in the house burning sage
You look better with age by 27, you
if niggas don’t fuck with me
I’m buck 50 needed some bars then come get me
With me sneaking bitches to the house smoking weed in the house
Nigga
would there build my next
And I'd flutter my wings o'er her lilly white breast
Or if I was a scholar and could handle the pen
Once secret love letter
down the great white house.
Woe, woe.
Change, yes, we want change.
I'm in an angry mood.
Got to rearrange.
I've got an attitude.
Yes, we want
and the Lord taketh away
Please Lord Jesus I wish you'd taketh away Sister Mary's wig
Oh you disrespectin the House of God with that thing on
It don't even look
I wanna be rich
So tired of sleeping on the floor
I wanna be rich
There's so much that I want
I wan't a house on the hill and a boat by the lake
As I roved out on a May morning
On a May morning right early
I met my love upon the way
Oh, Lord but she was early
(Chorus)
And she sang
someone that doesn't love or look like you
And do the work of knowing them
And question everything you thought was true
Forget making America great we're
There is a house by the sea
Two jealous sisters, they're waiting for me
And one is laid on the floor
And one is changing the locks on the doors
OF JcCK
I'M GONNc DRINK TO YOUR MEMORY CcUSE YOU'RE NEVER EVER COMING BcCK
I'M GONNc PcINT c BROKEN HEcRT ON EVERY WHITE WcLL IN THIS HOUSE
ROUND cND ROUND
mobsters who love murder, like soccer
Like Tonka, put in work, night walker
Might off ya', good shooter, knife propper
Dice dropper, street ties, white
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