Lyrics:
Ha ha, I'm back!
This shit like ridin' a bike baby
Hey, shout out to Fat Joe and Scott Storch
It's Dax! Ha ha!
They say I remix songs, cause I can't
Your birthday could be your death date
So I'm living like it was just yesterday, let's pray
Ten fingers together, can't bring 'em together
It's
Your birthday could be your death date
So I'm living like it was just yesterday, let's pray
Ten fingers together, can't bring 'em together
It's
win
And I wanna lay it all down"
In this country, a black man only have like
5 years we can exhibit maximum strength
And that's right now while
flood's a thorn in my side, it all seemed so close
This poorly constructed dream barely drifting afloat
Back to reality
Seems like it's all we'll be
Deep in
cause then the flames grow higher
Babe, don't let him steel your heart
It's easy, it's easy
Girl, this game can't last forever
Why ? We can not live
With your bitch right now, yeah, I might be
Sippin' this right now, yeah, we might be
Might hit it from the back, let her ride me
Girl, you never meet
her eye off me, now tell her
This is my palace
I don't wanna have to explain to her man where his girl is
Oh, it's just the vibe, I'm that guy
it's the remix baby
Now let me get into it
N do it how I do it
Yeah, long hair don't care like the Jewish
Garbage man
I'll be dumpin'
And I eat
a man can't do
When His hand is on your life
And it's on your life, hey
I said, it's on your life
I don't care where you are right now, it's on your
and just thrown out
Of your house by an angry
Spousе that caught you cheating
Got you feeding all on the bus
Get on thе bus and try to get puss
It’s not me,
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now
Might have you talking to us through a ouija
I can't promise that it will be painless
But I can promise that it will be easy
Man to be honest I just want
all the way trill
Trunk pop sitting crooked on 4's
Hit a club man we finna get thoed
Got the world body rocking fa sho so
Tell the DJ to screw it down
fuck with me now, them can't fuck with me now
Come on!
It's too dark for ya's
I ain't got no love for ya's
Let gunshots smoked ya's
Who fuck with
[maestro fresh wes]
My poetry is black like jesus
You niggas can't see this, my metaphorical thesis, breezes
Past all you niggas with your silly
a nigga spit up
Can't get this from the store
That's a one of one that mean
They don't make it no more
I be like look what I got on
Look at what I got on
I
And you can't see success coming from plan C
When it all breaks you, you still say you're lovely
And love them and love when you love her
You love so
a real-world scan
They cable, I'm streamin', they nice
But the difference, they can't
Do it on demand, i'm the man
B-b-bombin' on these beats if you
Tally up
on my karma
Fed it to her, that way she can't be my baby mama
Living life with the tints on it
Might stretch her vocals chords if she sing on it
Hit
to see it's one of my own init, y'know?
And boy, I know none of this is easy, y'know?
I'm just proud to be, to be witnessing what's going on, man
legion of demons that stay plotting
This demon, the devil, Lord made to be
And now you can be a heathen
But a heathen ain't gon' make it in
You can be
out plays to LeBron,
ask Shaq what he need man,
made a call, now we got him up in Cleveland,
take a flight in the evening,
be back in the morning, it
Live ammo hit the flesh
And it feels so right
I've embellished my life
Now God please tell me is this what death's like?
?
kept his innocence
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