Lyrics:
Die by the bullet when they live by the gun
Why I always gotta roll with a face on my shirt
Gotta keep it on me they ain’t taking me first
Why my niggas
Kadabra/when I hit her with the hammer she say Black Lives Matter (say his name)
2X
Ferrari dreams picture me rollin 488 (errr)/sorry not sorry miss we can't do
getting pass-ons, be by-gones
Nevertheless is definitely hit and hits are what we strive on
We feel this way every single day all day
So make way
Was
And you ain't got nothing to say (what!)
Well it's album number two right (yeah)
So you gotta let 'em know (that's right)
So do your thing (yeah)
Take
the air supply
Searching for water where it never rains (Woo)
I'll just stop looking for love in LA
'Cause you can ride a beach wave, beach, babe
the air supply
Searching for water where it never rains (Woo)
I'll just stop looking for love in LA
'Cause you can ride a beach wave, beach, babe
over-courting, pure hype
Your life seems to be so
Important at all times
Look I can hear it in the
Air because the talk flies
Then I had to hand myself
In because
the
Uke and guitar and like singing stuff
She's great though
That's impressive
High key the best song on the album
Very consistently everyone's favorite
I
air Supply When you See me you Back a live Brooklyn Where She Reside
Cooking mama style In Front of Law Shuck and jive Holding hands Say nothing to Hide
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
by Yes
I made some sense of all my mess mess mess mess (Oh yeah)
So it's true
When you hit that poor ol' roo
It's not the places where you make new
them coke ways
When I daydream, sometimes I gots to drink
Close my eyes and then I see my fuckin brother again
And when I wake up I'm hit by reality
slippin' (Nah)
Steady grippin'
I don't drop a lot of albums
That don't mean that I be slackin'
I'm just workin' through the pipelines
Waitin' on the right
you want it
Yeah I told you never
But tonight I'll spend some cheddar on it
When I hit ya town just make sure you hit me up
The other night she told me
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
da mall everyday, nigga, I stay fly
Get how we live, yo, we tryin' to get by
We throw it all in the air, baby, dats no lie
Blood raw, errbody love it
nothing sticks, like putting the opposite sides of magnets closer
The demographics of where my rap hits
Towers of above my peers, from where I control air
worried
I ain’t new to this
Put my hands up in the air
I ain’t do no wrong
But if my hands up in the air
I can sing this song
Times we live in
It’s time we
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
Move with the air with the sounds that you like to hear,
Modern Talking back for 1998!
We're doin' it live on your 98.7 station.
Pump up the sound,
look could tell I'm lit
I walk out there taking pics, I supply them with them hits
Shawty try to come on my side, I said bye bye I ain't saving no hoe
Welcome back to that blue station
And I'm your host, DJ Azul
And if you're feelin' blue, ya already
I'm chillin' with a young king
By way of Alabama
Welcome back to that blue station
And I'm your host, DJ Azul
And if you're feelin' blue, ya already
I'm chillin' with a young king
By way of Alabama
I might put you on
Hit this you might be in the ozone
Somewhere on Pluto
Got them straps ain't gotta cock them back
Them bitches loaded, I'm
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