Lyrics:
can live in our new land
Till the day my dream cascades around me
I'm content to let you pass me by
Till that day, you'll run to many other men
But
saw make your head start wrigglin
Three rip cripplin stoney senior citizens
I live by the bud
I take my clones everywhere I go because I'm paranoid
Alright, let me see what I got so far man
We hеre baby my heart poundin'
Come on baby, it's go time
Part I: "AHHH HA" by Lil Durk
Zel finna slide
flies to space
Wow lady, I wana b yor pal n yor buddy
Just feel ma slurrz n say u r ready
Can u tell from ma swagga dat I am American?
I used to live
of my fucking list of dependents?
My fucking daughter must not know
What a garage is reversed Joey's car into
The fucking dishwasher
I'm so proud, my baby
this chill guy, he's mixed with such a hype guy
Thought you caught my blind eye, nope! You fucking lost, bye!
They all thought I had lost my mind, fine,
the house?" I said no company
Checkin her dresser sayin, "What happened to my money?"
If it was on then it was on, cause money don't walk
Somebody better
the glock tight, that's right
That's for the jackers at the spotlight, watch 'em
To live and die in the streets of New York
We gettin' by, pumpin' diesel
How it's gonna go down
They don't want no smoke
I think they better slow down
Slow slow down
Always alone but I roll with my buddy
A load of my life
checkin err nigga That b looking wrong
Smokin strong, feelin like Jamacians in the Rasta songs
Bombiclots, lil 38 will make ya Heart stop
Baby bopped, let
and the caviar
You know who we are
'Cause we're pimpin' all over the world
Sing it, hoes (the world, the world, the world)
All over the world, baby
It's
ya asked why
Behind my button-fly is a fruit
Fly huntin' for those plumskinzz
I said a hip, hop, shooby doo wop
(When I'm checkin for the
Plums) ya
a song and hit my chat to see if guys n nem listen
No reply I summarize dem niggas not for my vision
Hold em down but when I need I look around and they
eight
I chose this place to meet my date
Been texting her thirty-six hours straight
We only just matched yesterday
And this guy's like buddy you look
John McCain, you can't lift your arms up
These po-ranhas, live by a certain code of conduct
Fuck fly hoes and blow ganja
He a prophet, predict shit
I don't need a schedule
Checkin' my schedule
All imma do is just look at the sky
Imagine a better world
Yeah lets build a better world
Yeah, one where
like a clock
She kept me from my past life, I kept her from her last guy
No Sebastian or Wale so I won't speak on last night
Cause baby
Mann, dang baby
quicky quickly made
My other brother by the name of Patrick "Sleepy" Brown
Said that our +Noize+ is the type that you should keep around
They led me
like my smallest mounds
Please excuse me while I relax and live it up
And don't confuse me for your girl just 'cause I don't give a fuck
Grab some bros
girl it's like you live in my head
Your presence I felt
Damn
All this damage I dealt
I'm glad I fell in love with you this shit was good for my health
hour of rec
My transfer still 'round, Grant Parish ain't designated me yet
Givin' gang raw uncut for free, pay me by takin' heat
I experienced what I
something
And now everybody does
Says a lot of people walk in when
Well just my buddy does
I say it ain't so
Ah shh
You see how these guys are?
They
you lucky like Luciano, now here¹s my motto,
Lay it one by one and make sure it¹s legato.
Straight up macin in a rental, now see me smile.
My
need our love to live life baby
Fuego
I need you by my side
Baby you girl you know you too fine
Lil baby Fuego
I wanna get you home
So tell me when you
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