Lyrics:
You are now rockin' wit The Symphony
Yes sir
It's ya boy Fliperachi the number one fly boy (yeah)
I'm the building wit my girl Mya (fo' sho)
out by all this hate
Make one wrong move
it gets so very tragic
Time flying by
it's gonna hit right as we panic
Makes me want to die
but every
nigga
Twitter fingers gonna get ya face booked
You could tell by the look on his face SHOOK
Choppa big enough to get his face took
We got that flame
taken just by going outside
(James Lee Alexander, Pamela Turner, Sean Bell, Bobby Russ, Torrey Robinson)
You know we can not run away no there's nowhere
you're fine
You probably go through this like all the time
You probably get approached by a thousand guys
Have you been with one from the 949
To the 714
the real thing
You the one I want
You the one I want (Baby)
You the one I want
You the one I want (Baby)
Pretty as a picture
Painted by the stars
You
ain't got part two, wafe's oh smooth proves you're Godsend
I just wanna wake up by you, everything you want give you double
Ibiza tickets for two, we make
right, yeah (Oou, Yeah)
She get me right
Uh, uh (Gang)
Posted with my brothas
We just right here by the corner store, yeah
Got some dope on me
I got my
zakrwawione serce płacze
Znowu mam „tournée" po łapie
Przestać skamleć przecież to nie miało tak być
Przecież mya jednak już oddzielnie
Przepowiednie raczej się
looking
Like Ronda Rousey
While she getting finished
I'm just chilling
Tryna write like Mya
Still Inspired
Best of me
We haven't seen it
So how I could give
wanna hound
(I mean)
That's what I mean by Detroit's Finest, like
I ain't just talkin' 'bout me, I represent home
I was there the first eighteen years
Headshots only!!
Fuck Blue lives!!
Collect them like trophies, check the archives
How many die by law enforcement?
How many are sick of emotional
try it again
Brought checks that can buy me a Benz
And for the rumors I'ma cut it short right now, look
Me and Mya, we just friends
I'm Silkk, the,
I'll win every race every week
I'll overtake death by the skin of my teeth
Only by the skin of myÂ…
Burning Like a meteor
Through the letter box
[Sonny Cheeba]
Not feel ya ma, Pimp fire
Shot vodka gotcha
Get higher
Bang on chest, King Kong flame mya
Tap my cane swing long magic wire
Straight out
[Sonny Cheeba]
Not feel ya ma, Pimp fire
Shot vodka gotcha
Get higher
Bang on chest, King Kong flame mya
Tap my cane swing long magic wire
Straight out
overalt
Den viben her er gal
Bror, klikken her går hardt
Vil du ha en reality check
Skal du få det
Setter Bergen by i brann igjen
Drar på Party,
bid my last farewell and ride with the four
Marching onward, the one and true death awaits
The countdown of extacy
As darkness falls
and madness
like Mya as they prize
If you a rider down to ride don't go ghost come ride
Corrupted by these grams so in a instant we go live
We documented on camera
since then, it’s the kill shot
I knock’em off
One by one
This could be the death of me
Have the opposition dyin’
Tryin’ to take a breath from me
Makin’
to gargle up
Pussy gettin' wet- lookin' like a snack
Just bein' honest- tryin' to gobble that
DJ booty- what I mean by that?
I'm tryin' to flip-double while
I got that workout from Tina
I gotta get Tina a ring
Gotta get Mali and Mya the swings
I want they life to be different
So I gotta try different
Ajibade)
Say their names
(Frank Smart)
Say their names
(Natasha McKenna)
Say their names
(Tony Robinson)
Say their names
(Anthony Hill)
Say their names
(Mya
Memories
They taunt me like a bird caged by scorched wings
Puzzle pieces missing
The grubby fingerprints that kissed the walls have vanished
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