Lyrics:
a nigga play
If you don't go spin it, i am not offended
But just buy the album cus it bang
And i got the vinyl on the way
Prolly throw a sweater just to say
clothes cause its sponsored by visa (Thank-you good lord)
When i grow old drive a fiat, thats fuchsia (Zoom)
Back bumper piece, need a gold head medusa (Oh
the petals
Mental broken
Like a mothafucken pencil
Live high and die slow
Foot up on the peddle
Bitch I live off fear
I don't buckle or fold
I just tighten
lost on the way pay my respects
Take the karma on my soul wasn't in it for the Gold
But my goal to see the Triangle turn upside down like ash to the Urn
won't break
Playing dirty yeah I'm too sick with the word play
I make words that don't rhyme start rhyming like you're gay
Be on your way I'm a mercy
won't break
Playing dirty yeah I'm too sick with the word play
I make words that don't rhyme start rhyming like you're gay
Be on your way I'm a mercy
by his throat
Take his fucking head and scalp him
I carry black metal like
I'm Venom's second album support Dr york
Don't believe what's said about him
Tennessee
I'm sipping on Evan Williams and that Tito's cause
I can't afford Hennessy
Last bitch had me blinded by wet but oh well
There's plenty fish in
steroid accusations on a shelf
Next the urn with the ashes of my opp's that died
Inspired by Shakespearean lore
Investigate the streets, investigate
clean, y'all be eating swine
I put my steroid accusations on a shelf
Next the urn with the ashes of my opps that died
Inspired by Shakespearean
smoke it
Talkin' you gon' be in L.A. in three hours
It's a 5-hour flight, put this bum in the shower
Pussy, I'm not a rookie, akhi, don't push me
dollars")
Niggas will sell their soul to
Go platinum and gold
I'm cold 'cause I got the
Gold and kept my soul
Drop an album full of soul
Sold twelve times
I'm selfish I don't shares
Touch them if you dare
I'll kick you like the snare
I want to beat the cashier
And cause riots everywhere
Give white people
all in my veins; I don't need a gold chain, I need gold on my name; cint no denying man, I got the juice; Man Ive been studying the game like its
Movin' in my land cruise 'cause my Lexus caught a flat
So had to take it back
Gold and platinum albums bought me gold and platinum credit cards
I work
Singer serving garage
Busy trying to slam me
'cause I smashed it
What they don't understand is
I'm getting them established
By taking British music
This song was first released on the Some Days Are Diamonds Album. It is the only album it appears on.
For someone who's got everything, life can
bling bling'n
Either haven't heard the album or they don't know English
They only know what the single is, and singled that out
To be the meaning
don't want it, You gon' lose
I stay elevatin' like a soul
If don't give me mine
(If don't give me mine) shit a revelation
Killin' niggas by the genocide
always prepared
Got sons you don't know about, ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[swizz beatz]
It ain't over,
gold
her eyes and lips a take ya sold
told my dawgs i'll never fold
but give me that in return
well ninja you live and you learn
some fly some
at the mirror
Reflect deep but I'll never drown from the terror
Existence material, gun in hand I pass by
Missed the ethereal, burial be my last rite
Do unto
Banjo, you know you had a lot to learn Y2K until the day you burn
Watch your cake cause if you ever had a taste they'll put you in an urn
You
to cry.
(dirty little secrets)
You see the last pioneer is waving his flag, framing the organ bone by bone, burning in sections, Twisting his flag
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