Lyrics:
out of me unless I make his bitch come and play with my woody
Spot a opp and they panicking got em like NA NA NA NA like he A boogie
Yeah my body
chop up the rocks like the 80's I'm reckless
27 when I die I'm a legend
20's and hunnids keep 'em separated
Come fuck with the greatest
Don't fuck with
too
So I just stacked all of 'em
And it came out perfect
Toro y Moi plays the chords to
FUCKING YOUNG on his guitar
Those chords are gorgeous i can't
keep it real and she would always front
So I kicked her out nigga I’m talking punt
Since day one she want to fuck me raw
Scratching up my back like she
to live by the sword
You gon' die by the sword my friend
Commandments there are ten
Please abide in them
You can find'em in Exodus
Chapter Twenty twin, twin
we play the toast
I done seen 'em on, I done seen 'em fall
(Fall) got it out the mud, he deserve it all
(Deserve that)
When you a champion, you
get 'em off me
Oh, oh God
Ah, aah, aah
I ran out into the street with these flesh-eating weasels all over my face
Wavin' my arms all around
kid
(Disc jock) got the calm cats blowin' their lid
(Disc jock) you get plush off the rack
And buy plenty or more we got 'em by the stack
(Disc
kid
(Disc jock) got the calm cats blowin' their lid
(Disc jock) you get plush off the rack
And buy plenty or more we got 'em by the stack
(Disc
by any means (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Strung out all dope sniffers from
The Northside and fucked 'em, that methamine
Youngin' got on that Meth'
He be lookin'
ain't gone keep me stabilized
Part of its a look the other particles had booked
Pardon me for stepping out of line way too many times
Sweet takes away
them by
And some might say we're wicked little girls
With curves and kissers and pearly whites
You better keep an eye on your boys and lock 'em up
them by
And some might say we're wicked little girls
With curves and kissers and pearly whites
You better keep an eye on your boys and lock 'em up
art
Money so evil the way it tears us apart
But I need to make a living vibbin out when times can get dark
Drift away with music hitting play then
and what's coming along
Easing my stress by writing these songs
Trying to find out right where I belong
Keep to myself yeah I'm moving silence
And just
starting to think that's how life go
Lil C bitch (You know wassup time you come in the door)
I don't play around (Don't play around)
I don't play around
Jimmy Carter Blvd by Hi-Lite Real
(Prod by M. Beats)
Verse 1:
Navy baby was growing up moving place to place
Momma and daddy were separated back
Niggas ain't real fake fairy
He ain't getting cheese broke dairy
Ratchet with me only bitch I'll marry
Underground if he play turn em blacker then
out
I ain't even gotta say nothin'
'Bout that other homie that you heard about
'Cause if he heard about that you run your mouth
He come to your
my back
[Chorus]
Foe tha love of tha money, I keep spendin' yo
Just sum pap low shit, gotta let 'em hang low
Swangin' lead from my forty-four
homeboys, so it's ladies night
Boys come up to me and
Always acting in the hood
Trying to play it off and
Always lose their cool
They drop to their knees,
keep killing my brothers and sisters, getting away with it
So I'm on the frontlines, and I ain't finna play with it
Black people in America have been
that when I start falling
Hands will reach out to come catch me
Knowing there's people that get me
Will reassure the fact that I have to be learning
My lil' homies hang with me
I be passin' 'em freaks (Bitch)
Jewels and drugs, play that hustle
Smother 'em if you wanna be bad
Slap honey on a young
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