Lyrics:
dick I ain't put no please on it
Weed come on tour vacuum seal fabreeze on it
It a make it on flight do it right put gs on it
Get on by the first
Roll up, burn one, i'm okay
Burner on me if they play
New whip, new drip, getting paid
Say, I been by my lonely
I been raking in the money
Aye I'm
the children of the night
So come with us and kick the system
Out of the chaos we´re reborn, we are creators of the storm
Believe my friend, let's kick
being sober, so I pour that 8 right in the litre
I play loved games, but no, I ain’t a cheater
Bitches love me more than 2013 Justin Bieber
We put that
through me
Call her Thotiana the way she bussin
Bust out a few moves just like I was Justin
When it comes to appearance you should do somethin
Cuz goddamn
You was born I was hatched, but you came out deformed
I have nuts of a horse, and you ain't got no balls
Come runnin' with TEC-9's whenever niggas
Neck water like a bottle of Essentia
I went to Icebox and I bussed down my dental
Trap nigga, in the street I got credentials
In LA bussin' plays out
see what I see in me
Wouldn't be by myself
I'm a social butterfly loner
Full battery my vibe
Yea, I come with good energy
Feeling more alive
Without
have long suppressed
What we had was real
But we didn't have the time or place to play it out
I know that I'm the one to blame
Believe me darling, I am
a suit and come out in a cape
And I'm out of your reach but I'm all in your face
While we be in this bitch, we are vain in this space
All you
would play in a scrimmage(I start it off )
I’m a man with it & I’mma Christian (A blessing)
I been working focused all on the profit
Preach the message
get to it)
Nigga, it's that industry invasion
Come from the trenches where it made me (it made me)
None of these labels better not play me (uh-huh)
over a year
Sell ounces and bars from my golf cart
Gimme a nod I'll sort you out clart
By the time I've got to the ninth tee
I've usually sold about half
on the net with the heat, shouldn't show that homie
Niggas picking up the cam and start posing for the gram
Til' the feds come and black out ya kodak moment
The Underdog
Words and Music By: Justin Busch (justrbusch@yahoo.com) and Dave Tough
VERSE 1:
First string got hit in practice, he didn’t land quite
Adrenaline
Music and Lyrics By: Justin Busch (JustinRBusch@yahoo.com) & Dave Tough
V1:
Rose tattoo
Tight black dress
Golden cross
Around your neck
on the days Mal hit me and come scoop
Niggas skipping school in the day time just to hoop
Shout out my guys that stuck by even though it’s just a few
I’m
as a skunk, she high than a plane
I tried to tell her stay home, but she wanna come out tonight
She said that she wanna go out, alright
She coming back
I was tryna ...scoom ah nigga....while yall....was out here....tryna jerk.....you can ask... my mama nigga....by 17 I had...a sawt.....ina backseat
a moment goes by
That I don't pray to the sky
Please, I'm beggin' you God
Please don't let me be pigeon holed in no regular job
Yo I hope you can hear me
to come and get my
Wait? Is that Drake? Why you bumping Drake right now
Like serious, what is this smell
What are you? Is this Henny
This.Yo Justin? Can you
Spray on Suzuki's, eleven-hundred CC's
No plate on the back, straight squeezin' the MAC
In the hood they identify n- by they cars
So I switch up whips
government cheese
Spray on Suzuki's, eleven-hundred CC's
No plate on the back, straight squeezin' the MAC
In the hood they identify niggas by they cars
So
courage what I bring when I approach this
Punks stays focused notice devotions and commotion's of cruddy's corrosive
Top gun and explosive motion East
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