Lyrics:
Kirby
My album got nothing but hits wait
(Nothing but hits)
This the home run derby
I'm swinging to hit out the fence
(Swinging to hit out the fence)
I'm
laid, bitch
She suck me way too good
I finna bust on her like first aid
First mixtape on Soundcloud, got hella hit's
First album got paid that nigga
They say "Chance you be acting like a fool"
But I'm sending momma to Cabo as soon as it hit it June
Licenses all green I'm moving
No time for me
I ain't real enough
Got my bags all packed
She don't wanna love
She just want the past
I been growin' up
But I still hit gas
Goin' way too far
Goin'
an album but I really hate recording
How much does my dream mean if it feels like a plan B
See, life gave me my lemons
But I can't make no queen B
Dollars in
by a Mack truck
And don't come around forty and front and get tapped up
Cracked up, can't wait 'till this album is wrapped up
I'mma take you
Cassidy
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Submitted by : Daniella Roman ~*A.k.A Bubbles*~
Corrected by :
Rated : 6.3 (3 votes)
INTRO
R.Kelly:
Ladies and gentlemen, you are
hats
And I don't like Proof, punk-ass, he think he tough
He keep thirty niggaz with him, cause he weak as fuck!
I ever catch you by yourself, I'ma fuck
I wish my mother-in law'd get hit by a car
I wish my mother-in law'd get hit by a car
I wish my mother-in law'd get hit by a car
So I wouldn't have
album went six thousand on niggas
In Kansas City alone, we packed the dome with Mike and Liddy alone
In the west side, Lee Jone, Milly Mal, I left you
cleats
Cause they're speech refuses to
Reach beyond the beach have a seat quick
(uh) I speak or spit flicks
On your cheap hit's
Time to complete shit,
right back with a flow so dizzy
My bro Chris said sing on pitch
And I must be swingin' cause I sure ain't pitchin'
This must be a hit, cause I sure ain't
as a daughter of Asian parents, what's on paper still matters to your parents, no matter how old you are If we look at what's on paper, I did succeed. 10 albums
Selaga (talk to me), is a love song performed by Ugandan rapper lanie banks. It is affiliated to the album chain of emotion; this track focuses
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
dance like if I was Albert Alien
People just love it when the Biz starts to play
With my (beatboxing), and by the way
Skeezing with a girl is
[Remedy]
Mic check, I walk around the Shao'
Wit the jet black nine by my waistline, kickin' the hype shit
I never claimed to be the best white
of the instrumental
2020, I hit the bigger doubles, Full Circle living, so I hit the bigger hustles
Big by design, but I shine on the front line
Born for my destiny,
stand to lie
Find me chasing dreams y'all can't ever find me standing by
Respect my elders while I filter through their bad advice
They always have
to stay boy!
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and murk to get murked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my
No tint, I want you to see inside the window
And recognize the G that hits the streets with all his kinfolk
No heat, this the third winter that its
your prime I know
Diamonds are making your time
Whenever you can't decide
I'll be right there by your side
Baby you know just hit up my line
Yeah, baby
hit the club with a mug
So mean got them niggas
Like who the fuck is that
Then I hop up out the car
So clean got them hoes
Like who the fuck is that
Hit
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
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