Lyrics:
damn, I really miss him
Ran up my money but still ain't happy, like, what I'm missin'?
I guess they blinded by the diamonds, the fame, and the millions
And trembles the flesh
It's beyond any sense
And can´t reach understanding
An elderly, two grown men and a skinny child
They aren´t black and neither white
Have
a bank sell to the highest bid
Put the cash in your bank (what?)
Girl I'm lovin' your booty, you can "hoo" to my blow
Then fish but please honey child
finest
Dropping bombs on the scene
Destiny in motion no one can intervene
You can only dram so what do I mean?
The cream of the crop the one you can't stop
good for you like a vegatable
Shows by the several
Schedule full of festivals
And if I ever do time
Than you know it's federal
Uh, incredible, yeah
The wind blows hard across the Texas planes
Makes some people go insane
While others quietly pray for rain
That's where we came from
Two boys
shoot straight, they never shoot straight, and now it’s too late, now it’s too late
Chorus 1 8m
Drive by shooters won’t you do us all a favor
Stick your
Six Grade Drivin To School, I Had A Firebird
I Don't Think They Knowin, That's My Word
Oh You Hip Now? I Was Problem Child, You Was Nerd
I Was Bein'
young and pretencious
So we separated our destiny
You dive in another story
I'm baillin' in da vip
Mo' money mo' honey
Mo' bottles mo mo models
No love no
Thank you zyla
I love you
Born december twenty first
Two thousand
My winter solstice baby
Entered heaven
June twenty eighth
Twenty twenty three
that you know aside
And I'll tell you a tale I saw with my own two eyes
The day they shot down Bonnie and Clyde I watched my momma cry
The day they shot
you knowhatI'msayin? You know why?
[Riley] Why Kane?
[Kane] Cause I get the job done
Chorus: repeat 2X
"I work" (3X) "I work.. baby!"
Just kick it one two three, go head, go head man, go head
He was a crook -- at the age of nine
Do whatever it took -- he'll rob you blind
Snatchin
Heard that nigga hating money counter to loud
Bed room looking like girls gone wild
Caught a vibe now she wanna have my child
She my lil saweetie
far and he aint let them niggas stretch me
Once I get you gone they got 48 hours
Then im going ghost like part two
But aint no power
If they claim its
might
Yo
The reason I'm still standing here is you
You need to have two seats since you can't stand me bearing fruit
Bossie
Ano my fault say yuh salt
how we rock it
[Solomon Childs]
Trife Da God, show these niggas why they ain't poppin'
[Trife Da God]
I'm not enthused, by these rap dudes
All in they
what's up with them niggas that was on the TV dissin' you?)
Man fuck them niggas, man I ain't thinkin' about that old shit, man
(Buster ass,
what's up with them niggas that was on the TV dissin' you?)
Man fuck them niggas, man I ain't thinkin' about that old shit, man
(Buster ass,
sent up for a eight-year bid
Now your manhood is took and you're a Maytag
Spend the next two years as a undercover fag
Bein' used and abused to serve
sent up for a eight-year bid
Now your manhood is took and you're a Maytag
Spend the next two years as a undercover fag
Bein' used and abused to serve
The year is 1975 (yeah)
Brooklyn, New York City (stand up)
A child destined for greatness is born (we goin' in)
Let's go
Get your hands in
Jimmy as if you didn't know by now
Let me tell you a thing or two
Everybody might have someone
But everyone falls in love with you...
He'll say
the snow for ya
You see these dummies always cut you lose
But so much that a G can do, hit the weed
Have a drink or two
I pay attention, I can listen too
You
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