Lyrics:
baby
Check this shit out right here, uh
E Pluribus Unum is the album I'ma drop
It'll make you bitch niggas as hard as rocks
Giving head
smoking D
Every rap I ever made was about this town
I made 7 whole albums with no James Brown
And even though I love his music, I just can't stand
must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I'm
love you, I'd hate you
I'm playing your stereogram
Singles remind me of kisses
Albums remind me of plans
Tonight it's love by the fire
The wind
and warmer
I pat you down with a towel
Tonight it's love by the fire
My mind goes out on the prowl
If I, if I, if I, if I, if I
If I didn't love you, I'd hate
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
and come on through
You know what fuckin happens
Every time I drop an album
And top the charts like I'm Malcolm
And how come a white man rapping
Is seen
Thratt 187 its a homicide
She said Buks scroll up and buy my premium
I told her stream the album hoe..this gas I'm kickin premium
Mommy that's the rapper
been sent this way by you
What am I
What am I supposed to do
Time is passing
Got me thinking
Should've left my phone at home
So I'd be in this moment
take whatever
They can just to get by, or so they'd say
Fueling the bottomless pit of their insatiable desires
Building upon the age-old legacy
Jupiter Hollow
In the midnight sun
Well, no man of dreams was ever more outdone
Where the swallows circle over head
And muses gather by the river
never leave
And boy, you do your best
'Cause you're the reason that I breathe
And sometimes we gon' fight
But by the end of the night, I humble myself
you off
Broad, with the cause (yeah) bitch on a mission
Keep them niggas by they nuts while you hoes be dick kissin
Missing the game, damn bitch it's
.O.C.
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
et d're-biès comme Marc en vrai
Même sans C j'fais des jokes débiles j'suis con sans trait
Fais pêter les cuivres et même un peu d'cowbell
Voix de
et d're-biès comme Marc en vrai
Même sans C j'fais des jokes débiles j'suis con sans trait
Fais péter les cuivres et même un peu d'cowbell
Voix de
it's time to look for to something new!
I know everybody's been hurt
Had a bitch that really treat them like dirt
And we've been blinded by when she'd
You're my muse
You know that too
You lighten my mood
Bring you to the room
Playing by my rules
Bae your just like a jewel
Like a jewel
I'd be a fool
Screaming Bloody Murder,
Why'd ya have to hurt her.
Screaming Bloody Murder,
Ya got the Last Word in.
When you live your life Downtown,
You think
with a bad excuse
Can't say that even I had you
I hate you
How could I thought that we'd be cool
You did more than just some bruise
Time goes by but I'm
[Intro: Dig Dast (Jamel Simmons) {Gold D}]
Yo my nigga Jamel Simmons what the deal nigga?
(Gold D, Dig Dast what's goin down, what's goin down)
wanna be confused (confused)
Badman nuh play by rules (rules)
Girl, you could be my muse
My gyal never can lose
Me only tell you things if it's true
j'm'incline, tous les vrais sont vaincus
Aucune balle n'est perdue
Même logée dans ton cul
Délit d'fuite sur ça! Drive by sur ça!
Tise et fume sur ça! Ça sniffe
commit to what you said
Never thought that I’d wish I was dead
Now I’m haunted by the voices in my—
Otherwise they’d be one person
I am one person, and I
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