Lyrics:
of the mountain
He threw down the gates with a noise like judgment
And the quails all ran with the big arousement
But he wept: I must not love tough queens
Don't you bait my style
I know what you wanna do
This verse is sweat
Like you drinking mountain dew
But be cautious
You gonna feel nautious
Lay
I come through with two packs
Of the bomb prophalaks for protection
So my fuckin' sack won't collapse
Cause nowadays, shit's evadin' the x-rays
I come through with two packs
Of the bomb prophalaks for protection
So my fuckin' sack won't collapse
Cause nowadays, shit's evadin' the x-rays
y'all man I'm never doin' this shit
Man I gotta make it out and get my fuckin' blic
Look I gotta do this shit and run off with the money
Man I told them
Rockin' Calvin Klein on my spine
Fine, Bacon one of kind
More conversations with my mind all the time
Aimin' with longitude and latitude
Now, I'm
had
The same house as you
My weed the same color as Mountain Dew
I'm throwin' money on the strippers
And the bouncers too
I'm responsible for bringin'
Yeah, he had beef up there
With the same ones we seen at the strip arcade
With the scar by his head
Aight, aight, get the big shit
No bullshit, it's time
leave the whole scene taped just like some scotch
Pack too strong like the mother fuckin' rock (grr)
You a crackhead keep fuckin' with them rocks
Bitch
Blige
When it's poppin' like this, you can't be a coward
Shorty freaks fuckin' beats like Adina Howard
My squad is hard, with players,
drawn toward|The mountain in the east|Fascinates and captivates|Gives my heart no peace|The mountain holds the sunrise|In the prison of the night|'Til
fuckin' mouth (he won't)
Live at the Oscars, you can't make up this story
Her boo August Alsina got beat up by Tory
Jada probably called him to see if he
twenty-four hours
Ridin' with the pack through the Tennessee mountains
VPN, SOCKS, and at least three routers
I'ma thumb through it, I don't need no counter
limpin bandaged with a hammy torn
Still fightin back til my head is shorn
Off my fuckin neck, and the blood is pourin
Better run the check, bet I fuckin
at a beauty salon
With a baby Louis Vuitton under her underarm
She said, "I can tell you rock, I can tell by your charm
"Far as girls, you got a flock"
"I
at a beauty salon
With a baby Louis Vuitton under her underarm
She said, "I can tell you rock, I can tell by your charm
Far as girls, you got a flock
I can
gon' end up in a lost and found
Niggas tryna sell him dirty grams, he's a fuckin' clown
Yeah, I got this dirty chop, sittin' on my lap
Avon, don't play
started takin it off
Took her to the V.I.P., started breakin me off
Said she knew I was a baller by my iced out wrists
I told her "Wait, it don't stop, keep
I said we the best at making this green
I swear Mountain Dew ain't got nothing on my team
F is for the family that's holding me down
I think
at my feet (like)
And put some headphones on my head
Put some headphones to my head like
and rock n roll me when I'm dead
Rock n roll me when I'm dead
the pute
The loo-pay, rank near my nost to rock the block
Hittin' niggas upside the head with rocks in socks, Glock on cock
Back, trigger-hap, P P P
on climbing that mountain
I'll rise to the top on my own
Rise to the top by my own means
With the homies outta OP, low-key
Workin' so hard that I don't sleep,
out
There go another fuckin weirdo with his head in the clouds
(Wow)
Your bringin me down
(Now)
They stealin my style
(Now)
My finger's fully raging
weekend Boosie shows the continental
Knew that he was getting it by how that nigga wrist glow
Ten Deep, at any club I'm yelling TA
All my niggas vets in
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