Lyrics:
(ayy)
Smoke purp' by the pound (pound), Goose by the fifth (fifth)
Re-up on the first then again on the fifth (yeah)
We trap or die nigga (yeah, oh),
planning to level me
'Cause I'm king of the revelry
I will never be taken by the hands of another man
I get grim like no other can
Christian household my
(ayy)
Smoke purp' by the pound (pound), Goose by the fifth (fifth)
Re-up on the first then again on the fifth (yeah)
We trap or die nigga (yeah, oh),
Living for the battle fighting to kill
Hail to the mighty king
Die by my sword I put you death
This is my profession
Met the witches after the fight
Alegrias but also sadnesses Love but also hatred and this that speaks to you has walked by shades Of death valley knowing the two faces the life
Good King Wenceslaus looked out on the feast of Stephen.
When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even.
Brightly shone the moon that
Good King Wenceslas looked out
On the feast of Stephen
When the snow lay round about
Deep and crisp and even
Brightly shone the moon that night
to the party and Meek Mill 'em
I feel like talking my shit
Come in the house, acting friendly, you can suck my dick
I'm praying for some good rappers
Come Elihu, say your piece
We see your anger burn
Job's inability to see his fault
Has silenced the three for good
In their silence you do feel
This story starts as any good story aught
At the unsolicited prompting of my lyft driver
On one of those nights that I did not want to speak with my
I’ve been played by a lady, she has made me made me feel good
I’ve been played by a woman, she has made me made me feel funky
Now it’s my time baby
Well, I'm three parts tiger and one part snake,
I'll ball you to sleep and I'll bite you awake
And I'm so good that I don't have to brag.
I need
is wine
The year's been good
We stopped time
The votes are in
It's always July
I'm the king of doves
With perfect skin
We're dressing up
was a good kid who had bad ways but had the nicest Soul he had seen in his days.
My good's too good and my bad's too bad m
Gods gonna have to rip my
crazy when I say that Jesus is alive
I wanna hear him say you did well son
By the way
I do like my steaks well done
Well done well done
My good
bout to do
I read the moment
And act accordingly
By the time I'm done
You'll never wanna leave me
Baby I gotcha
I'm here to make you feel good
Baby I
posters of a hotty
Chase the king
Size me up
I’m a Prince
What is up
I am up
I am down
I am all around
Many stars
I ain’t one
Chasing fears
Never
his career was
Really a-altered by cocaine
And here he was I was on
The radio with him I had
Collected his cards when I was young
And I couldn't even
sight!
Good luck finishing the fight
You can say goodbye to organic life!
Survival is the only rule that they play by
That's why you don't go striking up
in the throne
My ash turn to bone
My perfect vessel
My favorite home
Such a good pair
Yeah we doing it nice
And we got us a homie who came with
with him to protect him from
the powerful demons
which were disturbing his sacrifices.
King Dasaratha was taken aback
by the words of Viswamithra.
Rama
luck yeah huh huh bye bye
Won't miss you got cash by my side
Can't worry about you it's my time
Good luck yeah huh huh bye bye
You try to piss me off I'm
on me
I passed out plates and niggas still changed on me
Birthed by hustlers, I've been baggin' shit
I can't lie, it feels good, I ain't have shit
Nigga
I'm a get so high
I'm a get so high
Bout to smoke out my brains
I'm a get so high
I can't feel no more pain
With you by my side
I'm in love with Mary
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