Lyrics:
theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
see that you love that girl
My man swimmed in a fucking well
Tears of joy your a fucking nerd
Chase man down like Jerry
Kiloshe say man look scarry
Omo
getting ready to leave
When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve
And this good looking girl was asking my buddy to dance
I said Jim don't do it
getting ready to leave
When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve
And this good looking girl was asking my buddy to dance
I said Jim don't do it
Fifty racks for a show
Bro had them packs
He moved em' by the loads
Run out of a bag
Then we call for some more
We switched up the game
Now they call us
My son, instead of crying be strong
Be brave and comfort your mother
Don't cry for the tears are wasted
Let not also the years be wasted
Hey, I'm the god of love
Control this club
Make love in paradise
Da don't be shy, get nasty style
By my side
With your brown eyes
Wanna touch a unicorn
the country
In the hood, and you know I'm all good
'Cause I been raised by them wolves
But I don't play by the rules
As you can see I made my own moves
are through now
Domestic disputes now descend into shootouts
Truth is Dianne - I hate your Pecan Pie
This is for bringing one 'round to my luau!
The country's empty without T
And as for me? I ain't nothing but a nobody
Keep your thoughts stage right no-show buddy
And my crew doing 2000s snow buddy
Keep my
misses me
I've been alone, keeping to myself for too long
I just want her to
Give me a chance to make things right
Things ain't the same when I ain't by
coming, every day I'm buzzin' (buzzin')
Fucked a bitch and her cousin
Out the country
Crepes for my munchies
(Out the country, Florentine)
Louie & Givenchy
Dam in the vicinity
Heal 'em with the Spirit in
My people round the globe, would you like to know
About the country that I'm from? kill 'em in their
ninety-five
I'm on you like a shadow, move for move
All you see is my headlights
I see the whites in your eyes
That fear, mirrored in your rearview
Go
brave
and that is why for you these line I create.
It's all about you and me
together we can be free,
by your side I'm not blue,
what I feel is true.
We send them big trucks way up in the air
And snatch up big booty Bettys by the pair
My boys and dem boys really don't compare
Country boy, city
you tryna do is do better for your daughter
Fuck 'em though
We grinding 'till the tires fall off
You been crying 'till your eyes fall off
But without
the summer heat
By the way, did you get your girl,
Did you by your house in the country?
Did you wait for something that never came?
Did you die still
To The Cheddar
Cause I Was A Savage Nigga (I was a savage)
Fuckin With Me I’m Gone Blast a Nigga
I Might Just Pay For Your Casket Nigga (Pay for yo Casket)
My
Yea I see you standing there
Acting all self righteous
Wearing your I voted sticker like a badge of honor
Let's Go!
Standing in line to vote for
ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my
ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my
black history
Crimes of injustice and inhumanity,
Perpretated by society, and my people
Are living in poverty
My struggle for survival is to be accepted
vigilante
Free my country
Streets abandoned
The risk your man take
I keep it hundred
For the culture
We dey maintain for the culture
Ah ah ah ah ah
For my man
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