Lyrics:
doin' 'bout ninety-five
Bumper to bumper and side by side
Mabellene, why can't you be true?
Woah, Mabellene, why can't you be true?
You done started
niggas so live, why the fuck would I care
When that lambo flow by, y'all suckas gon' stare
And all them haters gon' hate
Fuck them, 'cause all them hoes
Hustle Gang
Remix! F.D.B!
West Side, Bankhead, that's where I'm from
Everything y'all did, it been done
My Tru game and my shoe game
You can't touch
on down to Al's world everyone will have a time
Shove a turtle in your ass and make yourself go blind
Governed by evil, everyone's living a lie
Forever in
Oh nah nah
Whole clique here with the "Ra-Ra"
You ain't with the smoke or the zaza
Laughin' in his face like "Ha, ha"
Aye, man, y'all know what
Smith
Mr.Smith album together
make it hot, knowI'msayin?
Thank the Trackmasters (Pope Tone?) Steve Stout
we definitely turning this joint out,
Babyyy ( The goat album)
Hey
Y de esta manera ( killing on the beat)
Cerramos este capítulo
The real codes
Written by: Samuel Jose Garcia Cordero
a lil work now she creaming for the green
cll these albums that a nigga dropped and released
Y'all still ain't seen the apex of the beast over beats
when they pass by
Get mad that I get green, you dealing with the Hulk
I put my anger in the music, nigga this is the result
Did a hundred thousand
Shit, tired of gettin shot at
Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested
Niggaz need a spot where WE can kick it
A spot where WE belong,
We straight
Extra, extra read all about it
The Legit Ballers came out with with an unbelievable album
Fuck a truce put the side on the news
Got
lesson, always asking brand new questions
Uh
Like why’s the sky blue, grass green
Childhood the real meaning if you ask me
I don’t mind if the good times
(bling) what do you want? - Y'all
To admit it I'm good
I don't talk it, I live it, I'm hood
(Forget it)
What do you want? - Paper to waist
So much paper,
Mama hubby got life, he got three strikes too
Real niggas bleed, like me, like you
That's why I got a beam with a green light too
I don't even make
and say "Hi, I’m Kevin
You’re a genius and I’m a genius too
Why don’t we get together and make some music?
Why don’t we sing about our lives and trade
throw him down
to the bottom of a well, so that he will be picked up by some caravan of travelers
They said, O our father, why do you not trust us with
?
Close with her friends, so I know I'll get by
Potent green got me thinkin' of you no lie,
How many verses before I get bored?
How many cities have I not
away by the weather
This fucking rainy town
They said eventually gets better
But I´m still all broken down
Odio al que ama todo con infinita vehemencia
alredy helped y'all
Ima bout to melt y'all
To tell the truth dawg I eint neva felt y'all
This album we gonna bubble like seltzar
If it eint doublelar who
yo' shit down
Other albums come out ain't NOBODY gon' buy them
Now who gon' deny them? I'm scared of myself, don't nobody want to
try Kim
y
(Fuck all you hoes! Get a grip, motherfucker!)
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all
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'
By
and tears nigga, been about fifteen years nigga
Ain't never been no fears nigga, All I hear is cheers nigga
That's why I be in the bathroom with the bitches
Rollie Pollie on my wrist
Gotta make a flight, big day, slummin' on FaceTime
Fifty K, wonderin' why I'm stormin' off, no race
Emboldened by the bliss
I
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