Lyrics:
money 'till I die, gimme' 25
Man I might not be alive when I'm 25
Thats why I carry 2 nines, n' a 25
And sell 20's, that'll get you dummy high
Bagged in
money 'till I die, gimme' 25
Man I might not be alive when I'm 25
Thats why I carry 2 nines, n' a 25
And sell 20's, that'll get you dummy high
Bagged in
that ya won't do then
You niggas not my crew and you couldn't slide with the kid
I told my mama I need a break from the campus life
Cause i ain't
Even if I made an album
With a Punjabi hit-squad
Clash me, I'll make you jump like Kris Kross
Make a man know, that I'm not a nimrod
And if you still
plumin'
Boy you got me hot, fumin'
We all make mistakes we human
Aye, BeePax, Jos Beats name a better duo
Wait, sounding like a trio
Singing to your chick
aint never ever been
With a girl like
I'm hoping
Said
This love ll
Survive
Move in
Smooth
I love the way you glide
Need a chick
Like you
Yeah right
By
four, from when you fell off in the road"
At that point, he looked at her face and he froze
She told him hold on, it's something she gotta show him
She
you don’t think so, you ain’t carin’
No opinions, only facts here
Only facts are what I’m sharin’
There’s a thing we have in common
I hope that you
get that ass in a hospital
Wrapped in cast from head to toe
This boy he real!
Racing those candy Sevilles through Dixie Hills
My car do wheelies they
bling bling'n
Either haven't heard the album or they don't know English
They only know what the single is, and singled that out
To be the meaning
Sky-Pie Century 21 (Words and Music by Peter Watts © 2022)
Now, daddio, you gotta listen!
You don't know, man, and neither do I, oh no!
I'm gonna
A Young Sinatra, that was undeniable
Who welcomed you to forever while Under Pressure
And told you The Incredible True Story of Bobby Tarantino
when I do it sound like the trap,
Competition left me in flat, I'm just hoping that you trap,
I'm just hoping you try to try me,
Get drag around by
when I do it sound like the trap,
Competition left me in flat, I'm just hoping that you trap,
I'm just hoping you try to try me,
Get drag around by
I told you that
Doors in my face imma
Knock em off they hinge
Locked or unlocked
Either way I'm goin in
Y'all would just go out to show
Out
coming back for you one day
You can see it from afar, we were riding that wave
Blinded by the lights, and it's something I crave
We didn't want
invited all the Dixie chicks
Walk up to the counter there's the dude
Give him my ID and the money too
Walk out with the Bacardi gonna hit this fuckin'
hoping that you trap
I'm just hoping you try to try me
Get drag around by your suit tie
You can catch me in the foreign city
Where they don't even know I
forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things,
forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things,
that's why
"Every time I spit
I tick to show you it's hot"
- Royce Da 5'9" 'Boom
Now who the illest lyricist in the game today
If it's to ghetto plus
All you know when the album drop my name gonna blow like bang!
I just bust down doors cuz all those watches never gonna be my thang
My shit bang when
the audacity of hope is
What the hood wanted
Tryna figure out what's acceptable
The man behind the Cardigan
That album is impeccable
My niggas got the loud homie
battin up, with homeruns
Sacario four album and I'm droppin this summer
[Chorus: Sacario]
Live big all my shorties you know who you is
Spend that dough,
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