Lyrics:
Most people think that when the albums over, It's the end
But this my friends, it's just the beginning
I'm feeling good I'm gonna make a play
Want
Lukasyno Peja black album
Tak to robią stare wilki
Niczym mrok który spowił miasto czarny charakter
Tak bezszelestnie się skradam każdy krok jest
to God
Now it's different
I made the Milly, just by takin' your misses
Little fuckboy so watch now, watch in 2022
You motherfuckers have to dead me
'cah
Inside my drawer, there was an old photo album with myself all tanned up.
Pulling an all nighter, saying ”going to bed is a waste of time”
At no
be steppin' in, Porsches I be ridin' in
So take your damn vitamins, My album cover's violent and I'm never takin' Vicodin
But it feels pretty nice
touched home
Saw every side of life right there on Bole Road
Got to rock a show with Mulatu in the front row
And then shared bunna every morning for
Album drop gettin pops the vette with the top off
They tryna copy me shit be lookin like a knock off
Only difference is that I fly when I jump off
God
the dollar sign, I thought I told you niggas
I learned the game by watching Diddy and clocking Hova figures
Dinero here to set the tone this shit is motion
Dropped my first album never rock in my life
Did everything on mah own wrote the songs, hit the mic
Get the beats all nice stayed up got it right
Minimal
amounts, Still smoking by the ounce.
Still fuck with Dre, I’m gettin head right outside his house.
2020 vision, angel on the grill.
Juiced up to Pac like
grab a titty
They know the album is litty
Niggas envision my kitty
But this kitty ain't for regular niggas
I need your account on a billi racks
Where you
life, tryin to double up my capital (ha)
I'll make it back, I don't worry what the cost
Tomorrow I'll be here and I'll win back what I lost
Win some, lose
that got canned
But I'm stickin' it out on this al-bam (Bam?)
I mean album
Was on powder, not talcum
Ask Malcolm in the Middle
Everybody ever give you
Stay High
Data Luv
Rage, ja
Kauf' mir Goyard-Bags, made it by myself
Um mein' Neck, da scheinen die Diamonds
Auf mein Head, eine Chrome als
You strike me out as a lame in real life
The chain on the neck don't connect with the mainframe
The source, the fake gone force or refrain
When I
ben met Lauwtje nog steeds
Dit is VK all day, ik zet VVS in m'n chain
Eerste album op één, m'n next die wordt [?]
Jullie life is paté, wil nog steeds
even got to buy you stuff
I was broker than a joke, but you were by my side
I don't take that shit for granted, let me tell you why, hold up
People
Lukasyno peja black album
Tak to robią stare wilki
Niczym mrok który spowił miasto czarny charakter
Tak bezszelestnie się skradam każdy krok jest
I need another story
Something to get off my chest
My life gets kinda boring
Need something that I can confess
Til' all my sleeves are stained red
hard to keep
My head straight
It's like trying to go up but held down by deadweight
Walk on land, stay interesting
Nine albums dropped and I can't
[Chorus]
Runaway, run for your life he's returned...
[Carlos Coy]
I ain't worked in 2 years, guess who's back
Still, my whole albums sell like
Stevens (ASCAP)
From the charity album "Voyces United for UNHCR"
I was walking alone
And I was trying to find what I wanted to do with my life
So I know
move
Do not breathe
Do not do not do not
Moments are just like pictures
Seconds are color paints
Frame by frame life continues this is your new snap
What A Woman. What A Night.
Written by Darron Moore
Darron Moore and the 14th Floor /From the Album: Love?s Fight
Chorus:
What a woman. What
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