Lyrics:
Automatic five years in jail
For any person caught with a uh with a with a
Rock of uh crack cocaine crack cocaine
Hunter Biden's on crack rock
of life
Model wife, bottle service for the whole fucking night
And the crew can come too, but we don't rock J. Crew
And the diamonds filled with water, so
Streaming era's dead
Streaming era's dead
I want it impractical
Something you'd have to chapter out
Peep this shit on Audible
Something I woulda forgot about
I can tell by the way she entered the club
I can tell by the way mammi likes to rock
I can tell by the way she drop on a spot with her crop top
j'finis dans l'whip d'une jeune Virginie Coosa
Fais comme Martin Lawrence, Woosah-woosah, yep
To check I'mma do so, dead O in town, sont comme où ça, où
to hell and lemme pay my toll
Gimme good lovin' lyin' in my bed
But don't ya try to tell me you think rock n roll's dead
Let's rock
And lemme save my soul
YOU'RE DEAD TO ME
I SAW YOU LEAVE
NIGHT TIMES BLACK HOLES
LOVE HURTS OVER DOSE
TU FAIS PARTIE DE MOI MAINTENANT
J'SUIS SEULE J'AI PLUS TES BRAS
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
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Words sometimes
Hip Hop was dead I met
It in the life after
Vision in the hereafter
Listenin' to Donny Hatha
Tryin' to find a way to get my
People out the trap
my crown
Michael body-count, Pacquiao, you're going down
Wanna see a dead body, see a dead body?
Wanna see a dead body, see a dead body?
I'll show it
of posts on his page
Got him, bro
Got him froze
Bouta roll up, got a lot of dope
We gon' roll up on him, bye lil bro
Sayonara,
Nigga I'll be rich by tomorrow
gone through
The pain
I seen
It put my family
Through
Growing up as a youth
Was hard
To deal with
If I tell
You the truth
Watched j rock
Kill
to beat on scrubs
I go through this all the time though, I call,
J, where the fuck you at?
The mall,
Did you get your ass stomped again?
No, yes, ha
We've got mounds of sounds so buy them by the pounds or ounces
Countless are the pistons in this underweight V-8
With a force like a tornado we
My D.J Jazzy Jeff and Ready Rock C too
The ultimate combination of strength and prestige
My crew holds the key to fun and everything you need
again
J. Cole, who'da thought you woulda been rhymin' with Ghost
Guru flows forever like a diamond
The most could never afford the precious jewels
that I got
On the mother fucking microphone that I rock
The way I bend a syllable is mind boggling
Always got myself in a tight spot
In between the mic
got dough so, I ain't upset, ayo
I do the drop on
Michael J's and the top gone
At least I got the
Butter like microwave popcorn
Stop drawing it's gon'
got dough so, I ain't upset, ayo
I do the drop on
Michael J's and the top gone
At least I got the
Butter like microwave popcorn
Stop drawing it's gon'
y’all just act hard.
They got a lot of lies a lot of stories to tell,
You getting jacked son like Sam L but time tells,
Whether or not you a rock you
a nigga
Like Will Smith did Chris Rock
The best rapper dead or alive
Don't need no TikTok
Your bitch wanna swallow my dick
I'll make her lip lock, my clique
muthafuckin' house, in the cut, goin' for the green
Protected by the tec, nuts,
guts, and heart in the city where it's all death
In the hood where niggas can't
I Started on da corner
Then I got a spot
Then my spot got hot
A lot of J’s
Pulling up nonstop
I work da block
Ya know Im serving out the pot
I
Smoke 'em, smoke 'em, smoke 'em if ya gottem
If ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottem
Smoke 'em, smoke 'em, smoke 'em if ya gottem
If ya
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