Lyrics:
My lil bitch a model she the bomb my lil d day
She don’t get consumed up in the rumors or the he say
She deserve a
I’m so fucking pretty its a pity
(Hope day) hope day for you
Bigdreams D man ooo say
6ix trillion on the mix
Swagine
the sound is getting through
It's the same old shit for days now
Every song just sounds like you
I don't wanna waste your time
By being on your mind
Anymore
come to court
On a Tuesday, April Fool's Day, don't get caught slipping
Leaving the keys off in the ignition, making me guilty by suspicion
Penny
bartenders mix liquor
I serve you over the rocks, I feed you to my flock, now time to click triggers
Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters
raw
nonstop, it's the first two letters of my name
Competitors are slain by this intelligent gunner
Quick to pop the trunk like an elephant hunter
And you
Dream of the day that I buy the wraith
People been sleeping and that's a fact
Hustling harder boy by the day
Spend what I get then I get it back
the mix up with your arrival time.
I had the foresight. Then my third eye
was calcified by tap water fluoride.
I don't know what defines real man, so
knees and bless me with a gem in the Caribbean
Skiin' off by P.M.
Snatch Canadian cream with Scandinavians
Fellatium style, play it like thirty two
While you just sick from drugs
Had been up six days on the meth
Now bugging tripping out the window
Wishing for death
Empty gut
Twisted up
Like a bucket
Bad lil bitch
Feeling the vibes
She going eat up the dick said
She like how I stay out the mix but..
She love when a nigga be popping my shit
the story ends
Light a fire by the ocean side
And sing like all the others did
Oh, wah, oh, wah
E-a-oh, o-wah, e-oh
O-Wah-e-oh
The ghost of your lover
Is
And you can get the fickity-finger, the middle
You little dizzy bitch, eatin' spaghetti again
Got a 6 o'clock craving, stop, get Ciroc
It's 'bout to be
livin poor
Got me thinkin on a made level
Shootin my gauge to get paid
A fuckin crazed devil
Mad shit from here to there
Day by day
Year
go by
Homie I could see right through your gimmicks like a ghost rider
Walk it like I talk it so I promise I wont ever need a ghost writer
And the choices that you made
If on my judgment day
There's a six-gunslinger with his finger on the trigger standing at the gates
And there's an old saloon spilling
head
To you ever again
The father
The son and
The holy ghost
Amen
Lost so much of life, every day at war
Can't win by your rules, time to even out
And didn't we call upon the spirits
And didn't we fall together
And didn't we die for love
Days on the run
Nights in hiding
Hoping that you were
to guide me home
Ill learn to live without, the name on the gravestone
The days go by one by one
I scream your name from my lungs
Your spirits here in these
style
I'm in valour white designing on the 'dallions
Felt like some crackers was in back of me
Spit on the clerk, pass the Harry Winston set
Ghost
style
I'm in valour white designing on the 'dallions
Felt like some crackers was in back of me
Spit on the clerk, pass the Harry Winston set
Ghost
on the top
Fucking balancing on my head, I'm about to drop
And I'm holding up a bear on my foot that juggaling
All six in the mix, will this be the end?
That’s not us
We take our time
Do it right
Check the levels
Mix by light
I live by night
I die by day
Damn my pupils dilate
I come for blood
Bitch peep my
[Intro - Pharrel]
Malice saying we to hot
New verses please
c'mon!
[Chorus - Pharrel]
Hot Damn, its a new day
Hot Damn, what them boys want
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