Lyrics:
things, I'll aspire to do many things
And by many things, I mean everything, do anything, beat burying, flows varying
I'm an animal, cannibal, eat the beat
Just like this album on the way he got a date
Blood in the street it look like Bombay
I'll squeeze this motherfucker til my palm ache
And, none of my
know many pose a perfect picture Secretly they hoes
All that time you spent on writing it but you not Living by the code
I can't stop the cooking; album
Uh uh uh uh
I play these games like it’s russian roulette
Come and collect, the dope
For your brothers in debt
Hung by the neck, the rope
Choke ya
humans
This song is a form of leverage
This album is a form of leverage
Not long ago
I would have had to sit in a lecture
Hall and lecture each of you
a few songs now I'm laying in bed and
All I can think is how my brain is shredded, hearing my album is something you've dreaded
Like Proof at The Shelter,
a boulevards in it
My albums coming out and I'm pulling cards in it
My range is so wide I can pull a car in it
Holding so much shine I can put a star in it
time’ll have me flat by the life line
So I’m like fine
Got a bottle of the white wine
Coming live from the middle of the night time
Full cup but I find it
vrais déesse parmi les hommes,
On en voit qu'une par millésime,
Celles qui dans nos cœurs résonnent,
Elles ont leur place dans chaque album,
D'une douce
How many artists can say they have three albums right out of high school?
That's what I thought, yeah
This what they waited for
The brand new Auggie
always making new memories
So why would you let this one go by
Thank you for tuning in with NahTheWiz
You know imma just get a couple things off my chest real quick before we really get into the album
You know
My life is a haunting which is haunted by the looks of you
My old man ran away because he's scared to really face the truth
Tired is
Look ma we go together like throwbacks
And airforce one's i'm a gangsta
That's why i gotta carry 4 guns
Used to be a good girl
Now you my ride-or-die
comments
All these kids acting dumb
While I get this money
Count it up one by one
Man, life's so good
Why you gotta act like this
You could've been my fan
Yeah
Hey
Free, freestyle (freestyle)
Sin cojones a mi me tienen(si me tiene a mi me tiene)
The goat Album (the goat album)
Yeh(yeh)
Sin cojones
Artista : Jeff Mkeyz
Canción: A To Contigo
Álbum : Single
Letra
Jeff Mkeyz - A To Contigo
(Intro)
Y yo se que tu quiere un tipo malo
Si te
[sinister laughter]
Oh y'all niggas killer now, oh word?
Catch you comin out your fuckin crib nigga
Yeah, catch a fuckin bullet nigga
[Prodigy]
the things we used to do
You were rubbish in that
Don't start that with me on this album
Why did you do it like that, that time
For start to finish there
[Kool Keith]
I got skill you're on my tip now back off
Slack off let me do this and y'all turn the wack off
The radio stereo here we go
talk
(I been glorifying how far we came nigga, that's on the Bible)
Ah, yeah
In interviews talkin' Plug talk
Got my name off of drug talk
(Y
That's why I write this sonnet
If the pressure get too much for me to take and I break
Play this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it
That's when they fall cause they met my balls
Right after I played ball
No wash-up, no nothin'. hear what I say y'all?
O.k. y'all. ask aj y'all
I'll turn
How you feel I can tell by ya energy
Tryna flex okay
Know you see the come up I be killin em
Why you stress on me
Only roll with the reel like
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