Lyrics:
My flow is so fucking honest, you said you wanted to hear it
You're lying, cause all you wanted was for me to lift up your spirits
The truth is too
Y'all niggas spend too much
Time watchin' flicks
Who you wanna be? Tony Montana n shit?
Well you can start
Right before his ass get hit
But when I
albums in a row
Be like Too Short, baby, and pimp a hoe
It's so easy, if ya know how to get it
You'll never be another broke-ass nigga
We got top-notch
Laughin not thinkin bout G's, I just blew in her
Playin like a King, on sheets of satin
Me and Shorty smack in, her crib in Manhattan
She had a big ole
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
Manhattan Dark
Written by: Van Marsalis
Verse 1:
In a picture perfect place
The light would dance across your face
Losing you would be a memory
I got a penthouse in Manhattan
Two more in Malibu
I bought a '87 Cadillac Seville
Girl, got a Maserati too
I wear diamonds on my fingers
I got
it on.
I smack him back down, yo dope, word is bond.
I know you want a piece of the champ,
But you roll too weak, you couldn't make it in my camp.
really want is for you to be here too
The years go by so fast
I thought they would last
But now I'm dancing with
The Ghost of Christmas Past
me
To Chow's or Phillipe's
Bitch you seen my peops
A-S-A-P bitch we deep up in these streets
Pretty nigga gold teeth and I roll too deep
If you want it
place, she was the only one by my side
Had a nigga fooled and thinking that she was down to ride
I was da one who was there wiping tears out her eyes
She
Snook: Welcome to the intro for this Los Amigos.. cd
Vingoe: Don't you mean album?
S: Shhh.. no one expects it to be an album
V: NOBODY WILL BUY
have a very special guest with me
The song you were just listening to
Were from his latest album, For Those Who Waited
A good friend of mine, a talented
hacker russi
L'ultima cosa che vedrai è questo skyline
Cerchi guai, non faccio dissing
Faccio drive-by
Quando parliamo hardcore, cellulari in bagno
Che qua
and listen
Iyo ham, ham
Oh nkosi yam
A lot of people tried to discourage me man
And told me I must not do this album man
Why sing about Tambo
Leave politics
Surrounded by snakes feel like a fucking charmer
Stealing your girl like the knight in shining armour
Milking them titties like I'm a dairy farmer
Dropping
the notion
That we, too, are living,
Breathing metaphors for dying stars
Dying stars
With brains and eyes and nervous systems
We are far, far less luminous
stand it, so whaddayou say
Too $hort can't rap, no fuckin way
But here I am, workin in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin slow
shattered
Cheer her up yeah now she flattered
Spin on it like she ain't had it
This girl must be from Manhattan
Living the high life
We doing what we want bc
Just know you gonna be great like you always been destined
Keep me by your side you'll never need no protection
A little girl is waking up this
what I'm talking about?
Sure it's scary, but you can make a lot of money with a voice box
Get a voice box, walking around the streets of Manhattan
"You
album too, nigga
(That's what it is)
But dig this, they wanna know what we been workin' on together (yeah)
Yeah, that's that "Can't Feel My Face"
of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo, by the way, go get my album
Damn
Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl
of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo, by the way, go get my album
Damn
Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl
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