Lyrics:
needin what I came for
Ziploc thick stocked what I came for
98 Civic rappin bout a range rov
Xbox, that's a fable
Niggas sweet, Aunt Jemima, maple
He was
Taking different routes with weight
Telling my homie like wait wait
Take your time when you driving
I ain't trying to get snatched up by jake
And end up
(Hook)
Transformers parked up in the driveway
I don’t even know how I did this Shit
Couple checks on me Lebron James
I don’t even know how I did
Gotta knock her friend down
Yeah
Wanted me
Yeah
Wanted me
Yeah
Who are We
Yeah
(Written & Produced by Too Foreign AKA 98FOREIGN 2021)
Nobody's worth it for nobody's perfect[00:14.69]But you're not giving up, not giving up on me[00:19.55]You say sufficiency is all we
Yeah[00:08.01]Yeah[00:14.14]All my dogs gon get into heaven[00:15.96]We been up late night party till seven[00:17.71]Took a little shrooms now I'm
Pressure will either break you or that shit will make you stronger[00:07.48]Seebas on the track[00:10.65]Baby Montaigne Instrumentals[00:16.98
keep a "blucka-blucka"
Hit 'em all week
Give me the keys to the bubble
I'm on y'all street
And watch it go up in flames boy
Blow up tha game boy throw up
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
The name is Eazy Bob Wizzy
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
A yo l go by
In '98, I use to be the lowrider crook
Fleetwoods, El-Dogs Sedan DeVilles
When I ride, always equipped with handy steel
Cocked up on three, and got em
about me
I woke up this morning and figured I'd call you
In case I'm not here tomorrow
I'm hoping that I can borrow a piece of mind
I'm behind
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
been given, wassup?
Walk on by
Walk on by
Walk, oh, walk on
Uh, yeah
They call me Logic, yeah that's L-O-G-I-C
I ain't wrapped up in them
I keep it real, from the school of the hard knocks
The brown skinned brother with dreadlocks
That's that's stickin up barber shops and jewelry
that drive-by
And ain't did nothing but drive by
Listen shawty I'm telling you this for your own good (uh)
Everybody is the man in they own hood, for
that drive-by
And ain't did nothing but drive by
Listen shawty I'm telling you this for your own good (uh)
Everybody is the man in they own hood, for
all new homes, 8 of them
The Hot Boy$ new album, Get It How You Live!!, done jumped off strong
I spent 2 million buildin' my own home
With a million
and we winning by ten
We proudly win, we all -? - up
(Boo) You in my house, you get no love
We be balling
Everybody likes sort of plays we calling
Your
3 chainz, owww
Caught up in my bullshit, put your head on backwards
And skate off after, engage in laughter 'bout what just happened
Fingers
To the brownstone, and on the streets that he roamed
Before he got locked up, he sewed the whole block up
People would jock, because he cooked the rock
Caught by
You niggas deserved to be got,
And if it's you first you get popped,
Just gimme props my album dropped,
Remember drop from the pop,
Papered up
on stage and grab the mic from
Someone else's? You know
This arena tomorrow
It’s gonna be a completely different set up
Some concert something like that
This
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