Lyrics:
tell your fucking wife to blow me
Nigga, it's still fuck you (Still fuck you)
Yo, still searching for Easter
Pink on Easter Sunday
Black lip pastor Herb
You can find me in the club, with a bottle full of bub Mami I got what you need if you wanna feel a buzz I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
"Gen’lmen, we just havin’ church
Here" Six words which - directed at me and
A fellow soul buff at the Full
Gospel Tabernacle church by it's chuckling
I hit the club all the girls say yeah uh
Do it one time for the mo eh eh he he
Just a fool
Look how I'm stuntin
Hit the club with a fine sugar
invade Helen of Troy
Single dominant A-male, getting pussy by mistake
How much hate mail can one pretty nigga generate?
Wasn't delicious bullets missing me
to trust
Ahh
Come listen to my revelvation
Daddy gone cuz he didn't have patience
No food in the crib
No food in the fridge
No stomach on full it was
immigrants
On my Troy cverage shit
Shooting like Curry
They messed with the squad
We gone move in a hurry
Deadly assassins
We shoot with precision
Make
Big Troy, Hound Dog, Draco and the Dwight Man
I ain't gon' never see y'all again, man
Life is real, yo
Know what I'm sayin'? But I know it's gon' get
A roach full of herbs
What's this in that cigar?
Medical marijuana officer, I got a weed card
What condition you smoke weed for?
Trevon Jones
Place your
was full
With a line outside
Some brought billy clubs, some brought pipes
And everyone knew that he would
Never win a fight
Bareknuckle Chris always
cat, he just poured me some juice
C4 blow my line, pack gone, we had to re up Duece
Leaning and I'm high (leanin' and I'm)
Riding with big fye (ridin'
she hole, she got hokey poked
She want me to shoot her club up but I'm not Troy Ave
She be looking for a come up 'cause she stay down bad
Made
Join die club, waar ons puff voor ons draf
Geleer deur Zeeck, wat geleer is deur die skag
Kry nie beter nie , dis die munchies na die lag
Ja kyk hier
and events. Following his father's way of life who was as a club house dj. He received an award of recognition in 2013 from Business of Fashion hosted by Asaoke
and events. Following his father's way of life who was as a club house dj. He received an award of recognition in 2013 from Business of Fashion hosted by Asaoke
a skunk
I'ma need 10K to walk in your club
I can tell by they eyes that they throwin' slugs
Then smile in my face and ask for a hug
Bitch, you full
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
to a pastor (3 e’s!)
Uuh uhh B-B-But that don't make him weak
He always By hisself But he got Back up that's his heat
He tryna change his ways But now he Back
I just can't keep up the pace
Tired of running away
And I'm all over the place
Man, I'm a mess, need rest in peace by palm trees and the waves
I got
Him? He was like a typical thug
Hat and glasses, he had to bag the baddest bitch at the club
He had a, way with his words, a certain – how should I put
BLP KOSHER - “Miami Rainbows” - Lyrics
He caught a Rico did em nasty. Let my people go like pharaoh
Peeled off, spinning in reverse, that’s
like taa-dow
Biggie Smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow
By now you figure, he talkin' 'bout that nigga
But your weak-ass assumptions,
like taa-dow
Biggie Smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow
By now you figure, he talkin' 'bout that nigga
But your weak-ass assumptions,
Goodness and mercy shall follow me
For all the days of my life
As I will dwell in the house of my Father
(King Tay)
(What's the Deal Yo)
He saved us
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