Lyrics:
thirsty and they looking for a refill
If the gang eatin, guns barking at your doggie bag
Get took out for your take out now you carry out
Murder by
blank, snatch bank, runnin' like a track star
Heart pumpin' fast like I ate out the crack jar
No one saw me, made clean get away
That means that I still
This one goes out to all the cuties in the quad
walking kitty corner with the itty bitty bod
telescopin' out the window, waxin wise, while you walk
I
water while we eat fruits
The radio pumps, rockin to L.O.N.S. and yes
the girls display flesh by the way they dress
[Prince Poetry]
The Ave surprises,
cash wrong
I don't want love, I want matte Glocks
I'll eat ya heart like it's bath salts
I'll leave his lung on the asphalt
I'll leave your tongue in
NIGGA
W.O.H.
I thought I told ya
I thought I told ya
We Out Here NIGGA
Fuck your feelings
No one cares about'em
Raising up the ceiling
From the very
paper up
I brought a whip an a new house now she out here looking dumb as fuck
Don’t charge my heart deduct that shit from my head
It come from the head
Gutta gutta we looked out for each other
Strictly business bout that bread and that butter
Penthouse party got it hosted by Yutta
Woah keep it steady
Make
out my heart
You know I deal it dog piece of cloth I cut it off
I wipe me down see me up in your town
You said I'm bout to flow oh yeah land my plane I
Smoke good, eat good, live good
I used to want to see the penitentiary
Way after elementary
Thought it was cool to look the judge
In the face
is the way and that your pennies are no good
He'll try to tell you that his heart is so strong that nothing can ever stop it
So bring him to me
Rolling In The Deep (Live) - 钟伟强 (Simmon Zhong)
Written by：Paul Epworth/Adele Adkins
There's a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever
5 billion (??)
While your bitch ass runnin'
We be the Prophet definition meanin' click so tight
M-Child, Orange Mound, smokin' out every night,
Dagger 3's piercing like the name Paul
Facepalm the game drawn some mediocrity
This raw philosophy had them Greekin out Socrates
Hypocrisy
Enter the circle
The shiny Apple is bruised but sweet and if you choose to eat
You could lose your teeth, many crews retreat
Nightly news repeat, who got shot down
to steal
Just live a life of leisure every night and day
And you're livin' proof that crime does pay
Your life is dangerous and reckless
You eat fly guys
it
And there it is, in your local supermarket
Red and bloody, a corpse, neatly packed
And you wonder about heart attacks?
Come on now man let's
fucking work boots
Clock out beat your ass I'm never touching a deuce deuce
If you touch my girl then you'll be suffering abuse
Ain't no fucking way you'll
send killers through your area
Swipe swipe swipe I'm the black Bernie Madoff
I don't like you niggas I'm the black Hitler Adolf
I was out here hustling
your heart drops
I won't stop
I'm insatiable, I know you're replaceable
Used to catching dubs because this 40's irretraceable
Bitch, get back 'cause I'm
“You Are My Hope”
Words & Music written by Paul Duke
©2020 Formerly Saul Music BMI all rights reserved
Verse 1
Despite a world of circumstance
and bring the stars out
When it dark out, get the squad out
We ball hard sucka nigga eat your heart out
I'm too advanced super swag in my Louis pants
Ballin'
Verse 1:
Eat at me once
Eat at me twice
Lately I have too much on my plate no matter how you slice it
I point it out
I did mad times
I think I
when we peak at the charts
Yo before we part from the start where's your heart?
You a pimp, hustler?
Tell me what's your title
America has no more stars
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