Lyrics:
to celebratin'
Like Giannis with his temmates you the one who made me
Win every time I touch y'all you my Larry O'Brien
Jules do you remember when I was cryin'
You
now, people
I mean, if you was to spark a flame, this whole place might erupt
You know what I'm sayin'?
This right here is music, baby
This is music,
atmosphere surrounded by satellites (space)
Bottle up sparks & energy bout to ignite (sparks)
Light up the blunt we in the clouds call it skylight (clouds)
album
To prove you got skills, suck this
I'm makin rappers load they apples pack up, move they wagons
My style like Bruce Lee, MC's walkin into
everything I need
So take me right i'm yours tonight
You lead me blind into the night
Kiss me by the neck and take a bite
You have everything I need
So take
got questions
Lot to take in hope you get it all
If you talkin' money we could get along
By the first verse I just kill them all
6ix12 don't need to get
by
Won't pop a wheelie in the lead
I'm gonna peddle by clutching chrome
Touching concrete like a set of tires
You gotta have cash to knock on my door
I got the glow, I got the plug
I got the water, I got the drugs
I am the one i got them bands by my lonely
Don't call my phone, I don't know you
I
now, people
I mean, if you was to spark a flame, this whole place might erupt
You know what I'm sayin'?
This right here is music, baby
This is music,
Ladies and Gentlemen
You're welcome to the Bad Boys Album
By the one and only Undisputed Manager
With the vibes machine
Pan pate to the world
Omo la
Verbal smarts, spark the word, visit my scripture
Exotic wine, holding nine, Picasso pictures
When the rhyme pivot you now, limit your chance
Bodyguard
in Bedrock, surrounded by rubble
Just a youngin' in trouble
Took a shot and then made it a double
Took a shot and then made it a double
This that food
it down (Stupid) a scam
I heard that boy running
Around with the packs
So I'm taking him down (yeah)
Oh my gosh, they live by the cold
(You fucking
Featuring Frank McComb
Written by: Mark Simmons, Gregg D. Moore, Zachary Glenn & Bobby Ray Sparks II
SIM SOUNDS 72 (BMI), GREG D. MOORE (BMI),
"fuckoff". You can, you can.
When I did the vocal I tried to cover it up by going "Oh no", but in the
Background you still hear it "fuckoff". And it's even
My limit it's limitless
I say that as my credit card reached its limit, fuck
Wit me, never dealt dimes or nickels, but by 2 quarters my album doing
Regardless Fabulous that’s why they hate
Cause it’s power in faith
And u glow when u different
Laughed at me like Rudolph now I lead the way bitch
won't break
Playing dirty yeah I'm too sick with the word play
I make words that don't rhyme start rhyming like you're gay
Be on your way I'm a mercy
won't break
Playing dirty yeah I'm too sick with the word play
I make words that don't rhyme start rhyming like you're gay
Be on your way I'm a mercy
door and told the fam
I'm classic making
Only taking breaks to chill and watch some
Larry david
A couple months go by
And know that what I haves amazing
To a heart in doubt
It's the smallest spark
That can light the dark
That's how you change the world
That's how you change the world
A million
to the wise. Dedicate it to dames
Dividin' myself into 100 ten times
You can't deny the offering's an offer
Flows that glow with aurora's the spark
Re: Album lyrics Aku na Uba by the real T wise
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Tee Wise
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The lyrics of the album Aku na Uba byb(the real t wise)
you pimp a few bitches, oh yes indeed
Anything to help a young player succeed
And to keep fillin' up my pocket with cheese
So follow my lead and let's
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