Lyrics:
on the track for the new song
Album twenty-two can blow up all the year long
College girls can't make me sad
I'm fine by myself, it's not bad
Party up until
I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
still make a heart miss a beat
Let's sing these songs together
Forever
We said 'Pour out some drinks, give us the strong ones'
Then you can really watch
have so much confidence
They don't raise their hands they're raising their fist
It's a shame you don't know my name though
The gold I got fills pots by
lalala... (Hooo)
It's the ROC baby sing, I lullaby
Come on!
[Chorus]
Excuse me miss, I'm the shit (do you want me to do it?)
You should come, hang wit me,
'm only a bill
(Yo yo yo, La, chill
The Nature wanna hear some of that
Up-to date, New Swing stuff)
Aight, I got you, here we go one more time
(Kick it)
played me one time
You thought it was gonna be two
Thinking shii was full time
You thought I was a fool
Step out of tone . With vvs lights. Flash, camera
knows it gets ugly
If I strap an 8 bar for your crew
I will get sing-alongs all
Day from the country
I rep Roll Deep but I don't rep E3
Don't hate me
niggas buggin', I heard they stung you
It's gon' be trouble, we come through and catch you while you cuddle
Them shotgun barrels like tunnels nigga,
night he thought your battle was a wreck
Wait, you’re gonna ignore us? I’m perplexed
We’ve all sent you a message and left us all on read
Damn, I’m really
We thuggin
357 My brother i love ya
Scream 8 11 for my nigga bubble
Yo Homie turn cold you can’t think nothing of it
Acting like you gone be ready
to assume
I should be against the law to run into
Cause we all know in LA I'm double you, all so true
Today is the day I split Day in two
What the fuck has
amount
Imma give y'all something you can talk about
Like me One two three!
Cut up all these niggas like A.O.T
Notice all these niggas wanna hate
'm gettin' kicked out
And I ain't tryin' 2 make excuses
But lookin' 4 a job in the ghetto is fuckin' useless (Let me hear you sing)
Get your shit 2
me your words
Sing me your words
I'll bring you song breaking your curse
Breaking your curse
One, two, three, four
Drivin' through the night
Spend
Come in sister Nadine
Make a joyful noise, unto thee we sing oh lord
I call on you, for all ye lands to know
Uno ready fe de Righteous Dance
When we
down and Rest In Peace to all my dead partners
I smoke by the pound in like a week, and fuck the Weight Watchers
Got my self a brand new triple-beam,
songs
Which rappers do you know sing in key
All my hooks inspired by B-I-G
I know I'll never flow on his level see
But in rap you allowed break rules G
I
stay where I can see you
Douse the lights
We sure are in for a show tonight
In this little number, we are graced by two displays of character
We
thought i’z broke bitch im up like a feen
N i’m wit da gang cus dese other niggas sweet
No dis ain’t what u want we gon put u 2 sleep
(1:30)
Niggas aint
now don't you Ever fall back
Because The world won't ever stop"
Now Fuck all your stupid rules
I'll break em down in two
So sick of all your lies
Cause
them I can't miss
First I play them one by one
Then I sing them just for fun
La la la la la la la la
First I play, then I sing, but counting is my
your life style scary
No wonder why you carry a two, to retaliate
Tryin' to annihilate
The one a two annihilate you
They got some dude just to get
rocked like Goliath or sum
I'm a Lil Drummer Jit with 2 sticks and a drum
Let it sing it go rum pum pum pum
Rum pum
Rum pum
We some Lil Drummer Jits do not
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