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lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
an R6 and a motorbike jacket to
Make sure I minimise any injuries
Yo, come follow me
I make money but I don’t work in the mint
Brown, purple, pink
'Cause
never run away from no s**t
The grass is greener on the other side cause it's fertilized by the bulls**t
Woah s**t, Woah s**t
There go Liphy talkin'
in my album
Fuck all your incomes
I don’t care 'bout no outcomes
My pockets are empty
My pain is full
My anger's outrageous
Outraging you!
Homie don’t
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
Take a drink bitch...
Turn it up turn it up
[repeat 6x]
Oh ohh oh-oh
[repeat]
You already know, trey songz
[Verse 1:]
I've been cool, I've been
See, like, I still do what I want to
I only drink champagne (only)
I wear six figures in jewels (facts)
I got all type of houses (facts)
I'm 'bout
die genocide the cause
Expect a blood bath
The aftermath is y'alls
I told ya last album, we need help cause we dying
Give us a chance, help us
bigger than Godzilla's back, nigga
You are not real and in fact, you'll feel the effect
Of a crack dealer, y'all president sends me smack
And got a Mack
bigger than Godzilla's back, nigga
You are not real and in fact, you'll feel the effect
Of a crack dealer, y'all president sends me smack
And got a Mack
up for a milli
I seen Warriors fall by the achilles huh
I put my life on this
I don’t want advice on this
They can’t put a price on this
The pressure's
nigga breeched
Uno uno dos tres quattro
Drinkin' malt liquor out the baby bottle
Five five six six seven eight
Move from the crest side
they shit
Switched that 5, copped that 6 (that's right)
It's all good, you know who the clone is
Fuck the Joneses, niggaz tryin to keep up with
everybody mentioning
The US and UK, songs hitting play
A shout out from Gabe up at Penny Arcade
Second album, late nights, moving through the hours
Side by
dawg, by any means
Humans are so greedy, I promise to never leave and
Never lose this hunger building in my stomach, y'all made even
Said my grandma
don't hit me up first, man
Ya'll must got me confuse I take niggaz by two I break niggaz in two, man
Ya'll fake niggaz is thru I hear ya album is poo
stolen
I know he needs it, cause he's beefing', after he gets 'em, ain't no coming back
I'm coming back better than my last
I got six albums in my bag
He
settle
Till they all ridin' wit'
Angels in my sect, 6-6 on the hip
Ex-hustlers, ex-bangrs, ex-addicts, ex-slangers
Turn to the ones that's a name changer
To give me the thoughts
To ration the heart to ask you now
I wanna give you a six finger handshake
Not around your hand, but your body, if that makes sense
on the map
Yo check one two, this is the voice of yours truly the Flava Flav
And I just want y'all to know, we ain't goin' nowhere
Old school is here to stay
We shot the motherfuckin pack yo
Yo to all my niggaz uncivilized to civilized
We cook the shake move the weight across the tri state
Them jooks
would go away
Start a day, bad hands make it hard to deal
Sometimes I wanna pull it, end it all with a bullet
Hard to live life to the fullest with
would go away
Start a day, bad hands make it hard to deal
Sometimes I wanna pull it, end it all with a bullet
Hard to live life to the fullest with
on
Talkin' 'bout he Italian
Say I won't go drop a double album
And rap double time on all dub-step
And got no producers
Just me rockin' over beat-boxin'
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