Lyrics:
Smoking weed, true indeed
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Ain't nobody busting like the nigga with a gun up in the middle
understood
Fellas will be fellas 'til the end of time
"Good heavens, you boys!
Blue blooded murder of the English tongue"
Bluh!
Jack had a gang that
understood
Fellas will be fellas 'til the end of time
"Good heavens, you boys!
Blue blooded murder of the English tongue"
Bluh!
Jack had a gang that
These reds and yellows paint these blue Skies
Please let me press rewind
So I can live these moments with you along that beachside
So I can spend
It's on me girl, to stop fightin' and work this out, nahmsayin? F'real
(Good morning heartache)
Good morning heartache, good morning
(You always by
With four brothers in the SS
I can't go around and can't back up
So I gotta peep game laying in the cut
Is this a jack or a kidnap?
Since I'm never
brothers in the SS
Now I can't go around and can't back up
So I gotta peep game laying in the cut
Is this a jack or a kidnap?
Since I'm never ever
river could rock, river could roll
River could carry Jack down to the sea
Many long years have come and gone since John F. Kennedy died
I'm not sure but
Traveled home
Just to catch a new vibe
It Hurt my heart
When they said
My sister died
All alone
In a depression
Mind racing
Can’t stop
ain’t concerned so,
(Chorus)
F*ck how you feel and
F*ck what you dealing with
Blues in my jeans you would
Think a nigga real crip
You don’t know
Well Let me know how this real if we living a lie? We used to hustle nickels & dimes, just to get by. Like if you need it hit my jack meet me
Do you like onions by any chance?
I love onions
I love onions
Onions
Onions
Onions
I like onions
They smell really nice
When I put em in my salad
I
like water
I rather rush a television reporter
The frauds that tried to front
Watch ya back
Stop pullin' those lil' stunts
Assault and battery
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
easy (han)
Régulation de population, sacrifice de masse
F.F.O, armes biologiques
Trafiqc d'organes, réseaux pédophiles
Esclavage (Jack Lang)
named Jill on the bus stop
Dropped a line or two, and he had the hoe
At that type of shit he's a pro
So Jack and Jill ran up the hill to catch
named Jill on the bus stop
Dropped a line or two, and he had the hoe
At that type of shit he's a pro
So Jack and Jill ran up the hill to catch
on the bus stop
Dropped a line or two, and he had the hoe
At that type of shit he's a pro
So Jack and Jill ran up the hill to catch a lil' nap
Dumb bitch, gave
Smoking weed, true indeed
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Ain't nobody busting like the nigga with a gun up in the middle
Lord of the lewds and penis erection
POWER PLAY fUCK
Got 4 hoes on my johnson stuck
My cum won't stop, the release won't shut
Swallow or no? just
proper
Blue balenciagas, wore em in the trap just to cook up the product
It ain’t worth it dying over a flex
F**k the diamonds, f**k the chains on yo neck
found you in pain
Broken man
Waiting to be fixed by me
Waiting for my healing
Are you my dream man?
Your hair, long to make me touch it
Those eyes,
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
in da bed
Headshot Red sheets (haha)
Stop Playin wit me N***a Tryna act like you tuff (D***q)
Talking out ya mouth dats gone get you f****d up(Faxts)
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