Lyrics:
Feels good
Oh my, I'm gonna die, send my soul to the by and by
Hot little angel's gonna watch me fly
Oh my, I'm gonna die, send my soul to the by
Street
Numbers set by stock movers, buy my tip so I can touch
Not for no print size, plate saint, white wasted H20
Four coats'll make it glaze
Beams
gettin' rings like Sonic
On the hang glide damn I'm so damn fly
This swag kill a nigga so hard
I just seen his man die
Stand by, I got bitches
te laat, beweeg deur die branne soos 'n Great White Shark
Hy's te kwaad, dis die Incredible Hulk, so staan nader sodat jy op my level kan raak
Yo,
I'll tell you how I became the wicked nigga they call Young Mind Fuck
Black out, black out (Youngin from Del Amo)
Black out, black out (Belt by
I'll tell you how I became the wicked nigga they call Young Mind Fuck
Black out, black out
(Youngin' from Del Amo)
Black out, black out
(Belt by
Girl, girl, girl
That's your life
Girl
Smoking that glass pipe
I come from the city of dope
It couldn't be saved by john the pope
Cause
to die 'til my job
Is done "give it them"
America eats the young
Give it to them America eats the young
America eats the young give it to them now
America
Still fresh off the boat niggas (I can't—)
Don't make me super soak niggas
Your life ends up a quote nigga
The good die young, all dogs go to heaven
easy (nope)
Mix the flake with the soda, you got Young Jeezy (damn)
You still wanna talk blow, man? (Yeah)
Soft white like Alaska, call me Snowman
easy (nope)
Mix the flake with the soda, you got Young Jeezy (damn)
You still wanna talk blow, man? (Yeah)
Soft white like Alaska, call me Snowman
coast, war lord
Blacker, than the black knight
Fuck a black and white, the winner ain't actin' right
Good cop, good cop fillin' out your report
Bad cop
building
Some suits wearing ties and shit
But there's some real good-ass fucking people, man
Steve Bartels, Faisel, Jeff
Fucking Justin Duran, Dave Bell
your heart and hope to die, please don't poke me in the eye
I know a girl from Potter's Bar got eaten by her living bra
I said Baby, oh baby. Surround
Yeah, ATLiens style on y'all ass
(Do or die, Aquemini)
(Killer Mike, Roc-A-Fella collaboration holla)
(Young Hov' in the place to be, Big Boi in
of all
I am the father most high
Carry me from shore to shore!
All men shall be led captive
And all shall die by the edge of the sword
Take me to my dead
wait
Die young, and the bag don't even last that
Where the young niggas 16 and
Over die fast at i was made there
Raised there but moved past that
Livin
feet
See, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello,
To the black, to the white, the red and the brown,
The purple and yellow But first, I gotta
Mary but with her too my relationship
was different and not for the good.
She was opinionated, uneducated,
sometimes prejudiced, overbearing,
believed
no love where I come from
You either come home old or you die young
I don pitch white man the way the pies come
Did it so good should've got a cy young
gently by the arm,
Then it said to him with its sacred charm:
"Rise and walk with me, you won't be harmed"
It quietly led him towards the great window,
women
Grab the world by the pussy, it’s mine for the taking
“Making America Great Again…
What has America ever been great in besides genocide?
Besides
tell ya
Only the good die young
Only the good die young
You got a nice white dress and a party on your confirmation
You got a brand new soul
Mmm,
the good in me
Ain't satisfied until they see the fool in me
(And I) I know my business, so my sins great
(And I) I thank the hood for all the love they
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