Lyrics:
me out my sweet subframe
Dynamic chassis, so damn down to ride
Test it out, give it gas, are you down to drive?
Manejamos este coche viendo lo que hay
Fuck rap, bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in
are aligned perfectly straight
My rhymes are defined by a horizontal 8
A keepsake, a gift, I make art and music shapeshift
Seamless, this coupled motif
me bout the last nigga and how he used his hands
Oh damn
That shit had me fucked up
That's why I told you we gone move and stack all out bucks up
And I
Got cuffed
Bitch grow like the sun is up
Uninvited like a drug bust
Me and ma bros want hard bucks
Put your little kitty to the side like a handsaak
If it's available to everybody I don't want it
Eating my words they so delicious
Keeping my stomach
Satisfied me and mine
My mind on me until you can
name, in Belly
They tell me, its very difficult to see 25
And if I survive it'll probably be with a celly
My opportunities are low because my brown
I'm still fucking wit ya
Damn, is it the fall
Time for me to revisit the past
It's women to call
There's albums to drop, there's liquor involved
First base
You've never been more beautiful than you are right now
Standing in front of me
And I think I see your eyes on my lips
And I weigh
many artists that have a bad first album, but their next one gets better. I hope this happened for me.
All my broken dreams hanging by a noose
Just
get in between womans
Ill BIll - solo album, how we gon' take it?
Leave you ducktaped and stuck in the Matrix
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
Tell me where
and everyone who fall within earshot
Henceforth the proverbial BUCK here stops
At least wit me see I'm all out of tear drops
3 o'clock all types of demonic
of shit)
Bitch, you can suck these nuts, are you outta yo head?
Thinking I'll switch up for a lick (say hi to Dre for me)
Cuz I don't think you know who
performing it in schools, that I do not condone smoking. Guitars on this track, and on three other tracks on the album, are by Daniel Tan, my long-time
tape you can never resist
The beats are A1
The lyrics A1
The flow is A1
Its all made by one
The making is fun
You can't see me run
A hobby to career
and stalk the bitches, who are pissing me off
These were honorable mentions now some who are featured, cause
I am the cock who wakes you up in the morning
me
Or get slit bitch you couldn't slip nothin' by me
Try me and I'll pop shots like I'm supposed to
I'm from the field where the covers are
dealer can match me equal
Niggas buy my mixes, sell it as dimes to the people
Mama she used to say, don't live by your knife
Mama she used to say,
You're officially dead, from now on you are now marked for death
Don't let me split you in the head
From now on you are now marked For death (You
the street,
Applause all over me,
Applause tells me on the bus to scooch over in the seat.
This beat crazy and it’s produced by me,
Wait till the end for my rap
The Diesel, I'm back, bored and the semi just left him split
Glue em' back together, reincarnated
Me and bars, made it rated R
Rated album to album for sake
a metal box
To imitate security there's a blue sky over me but the fear is on me.
In a place where ball games are strictly forbidden luxury
Two
at the drive thru
Here in line at the drive-thru
Did I mention the drive-thru?
Well here we are
In the drive-thru line, me and her
Cars in front of us, cars in
doing subpar, how are you? (How are you?)
Hey, hey!
Doo doo doo doo doo doo
If suffering builds character then get a load of me
I've been through
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