Lyrics:
tuberculosis, folks."
People hurried by, gray shadows on a distant wall.
It was getting late and no money to score.
He turned into a side street and the lake
what?)
Like Chrome or Safari (Mmm)
Three pointed star on my car key (Benz)
I had to stop driving to parties
I can't afford to get hit with a DUI
Don't try
Baby don't stop I can't get enough I'm bout it
Uh, she got me dripping sweat on her booty
Uh, and now she got me more in to it
She keep looking back
it (stop it)
They always start it but we wit it
**Verse 2: Ty Jones**
I pull back to the city in style. On my game and it shows
Them Smith brothers
guitar
He liked to make movies about his favorite food
And all the people loved him for his laid back attitude
His movies focused on bacon which was
feel the heat wen I'm raging
I'm gonna keep on i can't stop
I'm gonna keep on i can't stop
I'm gonna keep on i can't stop
They mad as hell when i nail it
how I evolve I can't hold on
So many chatting on the cliff but they roll off
Climb back up but by then I float off
In souls confront until it goes
Huh? Huh?
Oh yeah
Jay Ruck (Ace Bankz on The Track)
Bitch I’m getting money (Bitch I’m getting money)
I done ran that bag up now i can’t stop running
pull out my 44 and bust ya
Yo babe, no time for fakin' jacks
'Cause niggas who fake jacks get laid on their backs
The streets is real can't roll without
can't stop me
So all they do is threaten to pop me
But go and get your weapon and cock, G
See it's real here, I dun been up and down the block all week
on a blunt
Beat hittin like brrrump bump bump
Crack I crease sound like a big bitch
In the back trying get up out a little nigga trunk
Turn heads for I
and young with a laid-back tongue
The aim is to succeed and achieve at 21
Just like Ringling Brothers, I'll daze and astound
Captivate the mass, 'cause
goin back
To the drawing board connect dots But can't trace that
Matter fact erase that cause I'm this late track
Get ya face slapped and I'm Straight so
to make it work, but I can't do it again
And I set my pride aside for you, but I can't do it again
No no, no no
I can't let you take me back into my old
the fiends
(Gamble in the back) Killa shouted
And Frank tried to stop the bank, lost about what a Rollie cost
Guzzled his drink, and staggered off
He's
I keep on walking
Got blood in my boots, but the feet don't stop
I got nothing to prove
Except the peace by Father Light
Peace by Father Light
Peace
because her pussy wet
But I ain't never going back I laid that hoe to rest
A lot of people left my life but it was for the best
People try to tell me what
team
Then I can't give you a pass nah
I been laid back tryna chill to keep my mind right
You testing my patience
I'ma let you meet the other side other
I can't stop
Thinking 'bout you all day
And I'll try
I'll try not to call your phone
But I'll slide
Lemme come see perfection, please
I really want
on the low
We exchange and we hit
Its all legit
How we rock
We admit
Bit by bit
We climbing and we steering
Either nothing or something
God fearing
We get laid
O-to-the-mothefuckin'-g, I break crazy
A lot of niggas hate me but they can't fade me
Stop me, clock me, cops wanna Glock me
But the punk motherfucking pigs can't stop me
Far from a place that I was stuck in my head
Where I laid up in my bed I dreaded
Every time I rolled back round there
It remind me of the way that I
y'all
We're comin in yee hawt
Don't stop
Hands up hands up hands up
Laid back laid back laid back
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up...
Ya know we do
to wonder
Should I produce or should I tour this summer
Well just that second I heard stay where you are
Before I could stop I was hit by a cop car
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