Lyrics:
Every time I'm in the kitchen
You in the kitchen let me finish this brick
'fore you put that fish in
Listen, I know we just came from fishin'
But I'm
to wherever I'm
Gon' see your bitch if niggas hatin' on me
Put the hammer all in my hands
When she see me up in that three
She went magic all on her man
'Cause
voice
To see my kids struggle
Like I did in the south
Imma lay em on a stretcher
‘for I let em take me out
First apologies to my bitch
And all the nights
fuckin' let me
Still thuggin' bare arms I’m
Eighteen and a felon
Brand new whip with racing seats
I hop up in it, i’ma rev it
It ain’t hard for you to
See
I ain't tryna stop the ride on my cavalary
Niggas tried to body me and
Ain't nobody stoppin' me
I'm not tryna go ho-whoa-ome
Quarter mil in that
to the facts
I see your bullshit clear
And you been all year in
My ear with your feathers
Peacockin the boy, we droppin the boy
Inserts volumes, twenty are
a land that's far away
Beside the crystal fountains
So come with me, we'll go and see
The Big Rock Candy Mountains"
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
fresh out the C-A-N
Put you out like Fireman S-A-M
In magazines like FHM
Pockets ain't thin like H-A-M
Your career's gone down the P-A-N
It's a lot dot
(Okay)
Ha-ah
Ha-ah
Ha-ah
Ha-ah
Ha-ah
Uh, they tryna run in my house (let's go)
I'm 'bout to spazz out (yeah)
Blade right in my pocket
the mailbox, Keyholes in my mind
Too long in the wasteland
Too long in the wasteland
I've fallin' behind
She said won't you come see me, When the sun goes down
Ayy, ayy, y'all ain't gon' know nothin' about this shit here, man
For real, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Young Dro in this bitch, man, I'm tryna tell you,
back
In the strip club with them racks
Ho know that I got that sack
Elegant thuggin'
Honey take in that Louis luggage
I'm big pimpin' like Pimp C
Ayy, ayy, y'all ain't gon' know nothin' about this shit here, man
For real, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Young Dro in this bitch, man, I'm tryna tell you,
l'on commet
La transportent, mais
Quatre-vingt-quinze fois sur cent
La femme s'emmerde en baisant
Qu'elle le taise ou le confesse
C'est pas tous
Let me serve you up, let me, let me serve you up
See, you can have it your way, your the customer
If you want it super size with some lovin' on the side
Let me serve you up, let me, let me serve you up
See, you can have it your way, your the customer
If you want it super size with some lovin' on the side
kicks, uh
Diamonds dance all the pics
Cross me once, I never see her again
I never see her again, damn
Could it be, could it be, could it be I'll
(we can make it 'til the end of time)
I can't play with you (just say again)
I'll make you see (say that much is true)
Play it again (i'm in you)
Come
Io sono il primo in una nuova razza
Di musica marcia e a me chi m'ammazza
Sono sopravvissuto con la testa guasta
Ed ero bimbominkia quindi sukate
Quello che volevo, come sempre non c'è
Solo un po' d'amore che diventa polvere
Che almeno fosse stata magica, la buttavo su di te
E invece in mano
mia mamma
Tubo di scarico e profumo di Ganja
E succo gastrico che brucia in pancia
Una ragione buona non c'è per chi non può compredere
Che
See, what I want you women to understand
Is I know how to treat you, I know how to give
You what you need, I know how to make you feel good
I know
of prison, came home, caught a Expedition
Look in my eye, you see realness
The Mobb tonic quest for million, my Lex with ill rims
My name ringin', chain
gonna see you smile
The way that I always do
And when I'm gonna know
That you'll never forget about me
History, memories, in your arms
Where I'll be
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