Lyrics:
there's water
You can get some, when they give it
Nothing sacred, but it's a living
Hey ho here she goes
Either a little too high or a little too low
'Cause I'm a semi-automatic, loose cannon
Pyromaniac burning every bridge
And I'm never gonna build 'em back
And then these stupid fuckin' dreams
with these other other little Gs (don't break up the fight let 'em rumble)
Don't make enemies with me, nigga (don't-don't)
I try to tell these
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
I need 'em, man down right now!
Shots fired, I repeat backup request! Front line
I am at a point where I just don't have any more
To give
personal demons
Hurricane's got a little bit of aim, pop pop at the window pane
Dark ground of delorian fame, couldn't do shit when he cropped that fame
niggas, what's up though)
If you scared, get the fuck out the club, nigga (bia', bia')
Bia', bia' (get 'em up)
Why you actin' like a (push 'em off,
forget it you can't even if you try
Because I'm a hell-of-a-lover hell-of-a-partier all-of-hell-of-a-guy
Yeah can I do this
(Yeah ya just did it)
Tell em
niggas, what's up though)
If you scared, get the fuck out the club, nigga (bia', bia')
Bia', bia' (get 'em up)
Why you actin' like a (push 'em off,
girls of the world ain't nothing but trouble
So next time a girl gives you the play
Just remember my rhymes and get the hell away
I was in a bar one
comin' come hell or high water
I'm comin' come hell or high water
So tell em bring on the rays
The clouds the hurricanes
I'm comin' come hell or high water
trouble
so next time a girl gives you the play
just remember my rhymes and get the hell away
Jazzy: yo man you think they see your point
Prince: I don't
girls of the world ain't nothing but trouble
So next time a girl gives you the play
Just remember my rhymes and get the hell away
I was in a bar one
why the fuck they keep on talking
Must think we can’t clean no residue up off us while we dodge em
We gon trap it out regardless give a fuck bout who
sacred
Hell
Knives in my back
Hell
Nothing is sacred
Hell
You gotta give em hell, you gotta give em hell
I gave my life for you
Only to be betrayed by you
remain, in your fuckboy lane
Slaying all these lames, flexing on em like bane
What's a little raindrop to a fucking hurricane
Slaying all these lames,
Still smoking dope on the regular bitch
Hurricane come over with them xanny bars quick
Crush em up crush em up
Mix em all up in the blunt
I'm
okay
I gotta hit the spot looking fly
I wanna watch the OG thugs roll by
Find a little venom and gettin' 'em low cut
Not too much, just enough to wake
If you believe in having sex say ""hell yea"" (hell yea)
If you believe in having sex say ""hell yea"" (hell yea)
If you believe in having sex say
Desire to right my wrongs
Inspired by fire Inside my palms
I’ve Admired the finest in life so long
Now I’m flyer than pilots that fly to ‘Nam
I’ve
another bush surrounded by a couple orchids
Poor kids just 'cause they were poor kids
Left 'em on they porches same old story in New Orleans
Silly
a hurricane
Watch out now i come
Don't ask where you come from
Let me have my fun
With my fucking gun
But that is my destiny
Give all my ecstasy
Then i will be
The sun is hot and that old clock is movin' slow and so am I
Workday passes like molasses in wintertime, but it's July
I'm gettin' paid by
The sun is hot and that old clock is movin' slow and so am I
Workday passes like molasses in wintertime, but it's July
I'm gettin' paid by
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