Lyrics:
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
that nigga you love
You love to hate, you love to hate
You love to hate, hey, hey
Crazy 'bout my money, pay me by the hundreds
I'm waitin', count it for
inside of my
Beemer 760i, try me let off sixty shots
Again we got the city hidin', poppin' like it 'posed to be
Hoes who not ménaging got no business
Cuban Linx and kilos
We might get the rico
Pull up on a sucka take his bitch like I was D Bo
Got the four five in the six call it Cee-Lo
Buying
them
ílReal's starving, the hunger is building up
Gimme a hen, cornish be poppin'
I don't want no friends, need the connections
I don't want a benz,
Hostel, crack ya fucking head open
With a hammer and throw it in barrel, but I'm finally shoot and
Get it in like I was Jim Carroll, you not even a heroine
the song
Some shit'll get you hurt if it go on too long
Cause once the nigga gets pissed, the gun goes click
By this time his attitude is fuck this
You
Throw up ya hands to it
Go head, call 'em pops
Girl what's it gon' take to have you close to me
Right by my side where you supposed to be
They start
Lemme speak from the heart
Days goin by and I noticed the people who close to me growing apart
It's partly my fault, cause I was to busy tryna get my
Get back gang, ain't taking no L's, gotta get it back
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
They say
That I lost a couple screws, I gotta find 'em
And really it
to get by that's just my day to day
Why does vaccination gone control and determine my destination it's a hoax
Don't need me a slice boy I need the loaf
get it poppin'
Pocket rocket, ain't no Tamagotchi
My shirt and my jacket by Takahashi
Denim I will never tell nobody
That's Undercover kicks from London
You can have her back my nigga, I just borrowed her
She wanna stand next to me, get seen by photographers
She ask what's my side bitch? I don't,
Let's bring 'em all, ladies and gentlemen!
Uh dipset
ByrdGang, nigga we back (yes, we are)
You know who it is, Jones
(Ay, Pete Rock, holla at me)
shoppin
Vibe out to the music I can have your body rockin
We can get it poppin baby let me see you pop it
I can fly you out lil baby take you to the tropics
to get mine
As long as the sun come shining through
It's Funkdoobiest and players of life
It's Funkdoobiest - it's Funkdoobiest
It's Funkdoobiest rolling
and uneducated and constipated
What I lay every statement should be the defecation
My denim made by respected Asians I dress amazing
My shirt so crazy I get away
you do
Get on the train
Get on the train
Get on the train
Get on the train
Chorus x 3
""don't be deceived by what your t.v. receives""
Lose all time
the sky
Will I hit the ground or will I learn how to fly
I'm pretty sure you see it in my eyes
Sometimes I wonder if I already died
That shit get deep,
Drop it drop it drop it
You know how I rock it
They done came in by the pair
With they hands in the air
cnd they ready to pop it
Then I tell em get
gone fuck me for Balenci's
I'm a star in my eye
I ain't make it by surprise
Now my card don't decline
Balenciaga on my spine
Imma spend it while I'm here
thugs juice jones cups so dat you know dat thats a swerve gettiin to the money what the fuck have you been durin I don’t get no sleep got baby momma
bout no thriller
When life hit yo ass, then it get realer
If it come down to it, shoot that bitch like Dame Lillard
Yo bitch love Juu , and she can't lie
they were walkin' by
"Girl, what's happenin'? Girl what's happenin'?"
I ain't really 'bout to get involved that's what's happenin'
Errything I knew
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