Lyrics:
Written By: Derrick Wyatt and Charles Bacome II
Don’t wanna let my mama down, she built it from the ground
We done seen so many hard days, don’t
Tampa Red - guitar
Charles Saunders - drums
Album Complete Recorded Works Vol 5
October 19, 1945 - November 12, 1947
Document Records DOCD 5059
My little
Chauffeured by the latest and greatest strand or brand of pessimism
This album’s dedicated to a basement fulla addicts
It’s too hot up in the kitchen
Had
Constitutional murders Justified Homicides
Paid off assassinations cover up suicides
Walk ups and drive bys or explosive pesticides
However you want
boy
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but
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)
on money
Won number 1 n the whole clique coming
Real niggas only
My Circle small because niggas still phony
Cvs Walgreens got all these pills on me
but big like Ben
Johnson I'm the black Charles Bronson
death wish death wish death wish
I run a dead pool you're number one on my list
so step aside
Forces bring me back to floor
Travel by night with my feet feel'n sore
Corset honey wanna pick at my ear
Shit with them lips I don't really care
Not
fifty
I get money but my name ain't Fifty
Went to the Lloyd Bank, took out a Yung Buck
Brown, purple, pinky
And then I put pink stones in the pinky
Bought
shit word
Say less nigga we already on it
Come on legoo ight
I'm grabbing the key
I move n I mob wit da team
Thru da night yea we off on a spree
This
the call bout 2 hit my dawgs we goin out 2nite.u no how we baller ??. I'm feelin fly 2nite. there aint nuthin wrong with high heels n thong but the brown was
long
I got O's like the
Circles on a damn stove
Imma hot boy
Catch me cookin by the stove
Weighing up bells
Rockin V lone
You a weak nigga
And I'm
stalker
Words thrillin', so real they're chillin', the hit author
Gettin' louder than a shot gun, you don't want none
Rhyme pays was the name of the album
miracle L.O.NS., L.O.N.S.
Yes, yes, y'all y'all. Yes yes, y'all y'all.
The Boogie tie Brown, the Boogie tie Brown,
My manifestation hits. The monitor
a yawn mower
To finish up the final Jetta album to brawl over
Ironic that I'm done but when I drop this sh*t y'all over
Because this sh*t y'all under
Kawhi up top looks at the clock turns the cornerFor the win
4 Bounce’s
GOT IT Kawhi Leonard
No Wu Tang we all about that cream tho
Could count by
From the new album "Time The Conqueror"
GIVING THAT HEAVEN AWAY
By Jackson Browne
Pretty Nova, one year over
Legal age of consent
In the flower
There was a biracial lady up in Idaho
How many Blacks in her circle, man I don't know
We was building up the flame though
Bout that smoke
But was
Secret animosity the problem
Niggas scared to solve em
Ian got no opps n i put it on my momma
If you got beef wimme lil boy you don't want no drama
l'envie)
Je ne sais pas si Ray Charles a vu son succès
Akhi le temps passe et les artistes se succèdent
Moi, je me suis imposé dans le monde du hip-hop
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
James Brown said it
This is a mans world
Cant have Eve without Adam
This is a mans world
Got da whole world on my shoulders
This is a mans world
U
my dirty Jesse James
The CEO of dirty and he go by Cornell Haynes
Mean-mugging all you niggas like I hopped up out your dame
I'm like uh-oh, there
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