Lyrics:
next?
It's me and you, doing the sex
So now you know I'm just a freak
Give it up baby, I can't wait two weeks
I want it all, don't say I won't
Get it
Facção Central
Pra quem mergulha no dinheiro, e não sabe oque é passa fome
É 1.2 cena do louco,pra quem não quer ser o meu clone
Eu lamento a suas
the brains
Dream Team! Dream Team!
Fly high, fly high, fly high
One, two, three, ABC, Do-Re-Mi, man alive!
Ho ho ho! Ho ho ho! Go go go! Jackson 5!
up give me all the cash please
Leave you DOA choppa know ABCs
Turn It up 2.0 this shit get meaner get money mindset rockstar demeanor
Who the fuck
This is a new fresh start
For u and your fam
I'm getting the funds
The money for mom
The rest for the grams
Been told by god
Smoke upsome pod
I
with one tiny little stone
Waiting there (waiting there) for someone to take you home
By itself (by itself) it's just a cold metallic thing
Only love can
fuck with the murda man
Fuck wit the murda man fuck wit the murda man fuck wit the murda man
Verse 2 Pastor Troy
Verse 2 I'ma ride on BME
Man what
the ABC's to 1-2-3
Two things I only want is happiness and love
Money only for the Range Rover
New places ain't never change on em...
Still me - yeah
I done came in with my goons
They done came in with the tools
Play the game by our own rules
But we don't play to lose
High to the sky never come
that I didn't and I know that I do
I'm wishing that I didn't and I know that I do
(Two siidees) two sides, same coin, trynna open with you
(Two siidees)
floor when I ain't cold like Chicago?
Cuz I've been staying on my grind yo, even when I'm on the bottle
Crown right by my side yo
Got moonrock on the side
when I'm sippin' that Act
In the alley with two or three packs
Riding 'round, three or four straps
Baby come and fuck me perhaps
If you can't take it,
Orleans!
24 people shot this weekend in Chicago!
And Chicago is where we go in the latest installment of One Nation under firing
In depth investigation
man, I ain't tryna stop ya
[Chorus: ]
(Shine), from my head down to my shoes
(Shine), skiiiiirtin' on twenty-two's
(Shine), check my baby mama
man, I ain't tryna stop ya
[Chorus: ]
(Shine), from my head down to my shoes
(Shine), skiiiiirtin' on twenty-two's
(Shine), check my baby mama
of the Fair Hotel
At Wallace and 63rd
Chicago's crowds had known no fear
But I know what I heard
A frigid soul awaits
Within those twisted gates
Beneath
at the show then i rock it
Then I go back to the bowl and I rock it
I’m from the dopehole you know how I’m rocking
OxyContin PT’s wit seals no baby bottles
Speaking, Speaking, Speaking.
-Pt 2-
cre you listening, listening, listening? cre you listening, listening listening?
-Pt 3-
I, I, I am here, I, I, I are we,
I'm finna go off on this Wayne classic!
(Six foot two!)
(Let me go, let me go!)
Ay, Ay
Confidence high like nine, two
She in love I'm tatted, six,
Aye PT a big kappa mhmm known stepper
Hot nigga mhmm trend setter
I'm hot when it's cold step out in bape sweaters mhmm
Aye chase know me by name
Ha ha, yeah! I go by the infamous name of B-Eazy. Barge House! You may catch me flying down I-35, or rolling down I-20. And they always ask
Who dat?
above you
And if a shooting star goes by
I'll use that star to write "I love you"
A thousand times across the sky
One thing isn't very clear, my
above you
And if a shooting star goes by
I'll use that star to write "I love you"
A thousand times across the sky
One thing isn't very clear, my
you
And if a shooting star goes by
I'll use that star to write, "I love you"
A thousand times across the sky
One thing isn't very clear, my love
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