Lyrics:
play past the devils trickery
Prison, liquor and hits of E
Nicotine and chicks with V.D.
No. 2: must control seven or eight cunts at once
A freak for
I've been driving state to state so I could catch a feeling
I ain't catch that feeling so I made an album about it
While I'm making Peter made
to strain your eyes
Got to the corner, hit a left, seen the HPD
That's when I knew that they were after S-p-i-see-e
Turned up my music and dashed, goin'
Yeah you know it's alright
Roshi hit me up to stay the night
We're at the Dream House
(You know)
Let me tell you a story 'bout TH3 Mob
Three individuals
Yeah you know it's alright
Roshi hit me up to stay the night
We're at the Dream House
(You know)
Let me tell you a story 'bout TH3 Mob
Three individuals
Betty Boops
They getting loose
Tell me what's a Bishop
To a king with the juice
Tie him with a noose
Then you drop em from the roof
Over niggas heads
It
from all your friends,
Would you still be happy if I ain't have no bens sometimes I ask myself,
Would she forgive me for them other kids I had on her
Didn't hurt me that bad cause I can take a hit
The worst part about it, I'll be lonely on Christmas
No New Year's Eve kiss again, can't believe you just
stages if we ever hit your spot
Lining up these rappers way I'm buying up my stock
Rapping 'till I'm swerving with the 4 by 3
Young man's Twitter start
I'm rise
Let the others drop
I elevate
Who drop when a dime never got me straight
I'm still goin' for broke
I push you to the stroke
And one man loc
I'm rise
Let the others drop
I elevate
Who drop when a dime never got me straight
I'm still goin' for broke
I push you to the stroke
And one man loc
was my nigga
Hormones hit; she back, she ain't fucking with me
Over some shit she claimed she had forgiven
Ain't nothing more dangerous than that text
of the 8s, I think you get that by now
Big hit drop men you can’t handle this Bass
I’m winnin’, take notes if you’re a rookie
Don’t hate on me coz I got it
beefed with
My home girl got raped by
The homie on deep shit
Me and the other homie hit back then
But then he split i pray to the devil, blood
Ain't hard
a be, they go
Repeat Chorus
N.O.R.E. wants to see a churning now
All my ladies in the club turn around
Make it hot on fire of blow
Bring it up by doin'
across four or five lanes dodging cars, almost got hit by an eighteen wheeler truck
I’m just thinking back on memories with my homies dead or alive you
day
She calling me self-centered
But I pay my team with
Percentages of my wealth
So I need myself centered
Fuckin' hell, send it
I might just hit 'em
play past the devils trickery
Prison, liquor and hits of E
Nicotine and chicks with V.D.
No. 2: must control seven or eight cunts at once
A freak for
to India leavin four successor states
By the Fifth century B.C., R.O.M.E.
succeeds to be the conqueror of Egypt and Greece
But had the threat of the Black
to conquer and i'm sponsored by a gunshot
Bang bang the chain hang and charm glow
Like King Tut and my mind's like a BRINKS truck
And every night's like
I was Born In the valley of the shadow of death
By the rivers that delivered me to pyramid steps
Son of God and of Man, is all residing in me
Born
Kilon sele gangan nisin motun sọ English
Ọmọ yooba lemi mowa lati sagacity
I think by now we can be one soti ye e n sin
I've been doing shit like tẹlẹ
Dress you up and mess you
With my bars humping From behind like Johnny Committing sins
No you call me daddy
Bitch am a baddie not your Buddy birdie
With
Now they killed King and they shot X
Now they want me, you could be next
All you gotta do is speak too loud
All you gotta be is be too proud
Cause once
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