Lyrics:
mama, mama, tell us what the hell is goin' on
Can't we all just get along?
Father, father, father help us
Send some guidance from above
'Cause people got
H, ey nah hurry up
Like we need to get on the plane right now
K, hang up the phone
You can't go on the plane with your phone on
Like turn it off
Ride that wip that the ballers drive
Big GT Royce Chevy that's ridin' high
Swang on 'em when you ridin' by and I'm gone
Where do we go from here
a hero, you nothin' but a zero
A nigga for the people, where ever they go we go
[Doughboy, Verse 3]
See this boy in this bitch gonna ape shit
Glitch Mob
AN-GEL
ANGELINA
I'm losing control tonight
Where you wanna go tonight
Dinner date go they Alright
Post some couple pictures with my bride
So the internet
know where your people stay
I know where your people stay
Man this nigga got me bent
I'm Big Worm you gotta pay
Need my money in by 10
I know where your
of the realest, i'm ready to kill this
The people, they feel us
Me and my team made millions
But you know we still us
That's why they wanna kill us
That's why they
this crowd on it's feet
So we can set it off, I've got your back, Salt
You know I'm never soft, yo where's your records at?
Right beside me, ready
go
Forgiatos for where I go
And this Rolex ain't plain, you should do the same
We'll give 'em a real ice show
Five to your back like I'm J.R
Me and my
if tracks
Could talk but they - but here go the facts
Brace yourself, you shoulda grabbed a grip
Protect your clan cause we're about to trip
Bass
Where the love go
Someone tell me where these hoes from
I don't know send them back
Send them back send them back
Send them back send them back
no trouble or mystery who you call, yo
The JB's - like cool breeze on a coast
Ain't gotta say no more we let the vibe be your host
And let the rude
no trouble or mystery who you call, yo
The JB's - like cool breeze on a coast
Ain't gotta say no more we let the vibe be your host
And let the rude
code name for CIA
The same way your cameras are watching us
We’re watching you
Think we’re easy to control you
Ain’t got a clue revolutions on the way
the fuck goin'
Bruh my nigga, we startin' a movement
(You damn right) now listen, I can't spit
(He ain't lyin', he is not him)
Aye, but these niggas though?
constructing the ark, whenever the chiefs of his people passed by him, they made a mockery of him
He said, If you mock us, so do we mock at you likewise for your
with you
Show you just how we do it
People say that we ishing
Told em just how i'm ishing
Girl i'm on my mission
Ain't chilling with all your homies
and that new teddy bear, lil' shawty, don't mean nothin'
Don't understand where we stand, I might need a chair
The way that I been feelin' lately, you
to the sounds we provide
Skins, strings and lips all on the same trip
Everywhere I go I'm confounded by the ebb and flow of crowds of people
Paranoia strains
two straps
Brodie on timing like, "Fuck all the chat"
Tell me where the fuck these niggas at?
Diss JB, I ain't tryna relax (At all)
Send the E to leave
Aldo
And when something goes wrong this is where we go
His favorite line is 'Excuse me, hops', he's Ronny Polo
You met the crew and you know where we
you
Do you know
There are slackers there are people who are
Satisfied by delivering everything they have
– with their knowledge
Their financial
My heart is 'bout to go, I need some life, please
I'm losing all control
What's that mean? It ain't right, you ain't me, you ain't nice
I'm a beast
us!
If you come with me then I can show you
Where we'll take you where you dare not go to
Follow me and let my mind control you
Where rebuild
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