Lyrics:
know that it slaps (for real)
Gotta make the most of every bite can't let time elapse (no way)
It's one of the best meals ever invented no cap (no lies)
mean he’s
With Nas and them if you don’t get
The gist of what I’m trying to
Tell you, that’s like my man, Jim
Jones, Santana and one of them, going
Yo turn, turn, turn
Edna one, yo
I touched that stand
I just can't tell the truth
I'm Jim Carrey in Liar, Liar
CPS ask if I'm tryna take the mick
threat
By a nervous terrorist who's so scared that his palms wet
One, two, three, four
The stuff legends are made of, urban folklore
Like Jim Morrison we
to hotbox with god
Rah digga, first lady of the flipmode squad
Gotta be hard like a young nigga walkin the yard
For the first time, we ain't the niggaz you
Even when I'm goin' through hard times
I still got my closest road dogz lookin' out for all mine
Ha ha, bring artillery and roll with a nigga
They
on mine?
Even when I'm goin' through hard times
I still got my closest road dogz lookin' out for all mine
Ha ha, bring artillery and roll with a n****
Please know, that they never can replace ya
Every time you did for self
Try to build a little bit of wealth
It always seem no luck
They undermined you
down my head
Send a prayer to the Sky
Even tho it's been hard
Ian... I ain't asking god why
God got us here at this time for a reason
Cops can't see
the fuck am I gonna do man?)
We go make another gold LP nigga stop trippin nigga
Nigga we own a gold LP, nigga stop trippin!
By the time I hit
Three
Two
One
Zero
And lift off
Lift off
Americans return to space as Discovery clears the tower
Every time I said I loved you
I was lying
I put you
refined
Every man want a taste 'cause your grapes are fine
Well me love your sexy rhythm and the way it rhyme
Booty by-by, oh my-my, I love you
refined
Every man want a taste 'cause your grapes are fine
Well me love your sexy rhythm and the way it rhyme
Booty by-by, oh my-my, I love you
Bimbo
Does your mommie know, that your going down the road to see a little girlie-o
Bimbo, is a little boy, who's got million friends
and every time
85 miles out of Nashville, thinkin' bout
The way things change
Try an keep it by the reigns
I'm a lone drifter, big money flipper
Take anything
to fail
All I know is win and ways I can sale, I ain't hard to find like bills in the mail
I rep for my section I kill every section, it ain't a question
got mine
I go hard everyday I go hard every week as long as I got time
I'm so relentless I'll never stop
I'm too legit I'll never quit
There is no way I
they air Cass'
My passion grows
Sorry I gotta crash your goals
You a movie star? Well when they see the way
I cook him tonight
It'll be the last time
daughter
So I'm hard on a bimbo
When it come to the bars
Shit harder than the laws
Made by Jim Crow
I feel like Leo
I'm stuck in limbo
Do whatever to get
are open, were greeted by Odin
Call it
Valhalla
Lately, I can't seem to get in a groove, what's left to prove?
I'm all out of ideas, I can't seem
My soul
My faith
I can't let it fade
(I can't let it fade)
I can't loose my way
(I can't loose my way)
Times get hard I know
But what's my soul
from the foxhole
(God Flow) Aes stay gold like Ponyo
Hard headed, war-vetted, four-legged mongrel
Speak slow order Jim Beam shoots
And split hairs
By jim carroll and lenny kaye
I don't believe in sin
But maybe I'll begin
A vagrant evil's climbing up my skin
The shadows from last week
Are
and best believe you'll receive a card cause your family will rest in the peace By the time it's dark
Yes motherfucker you heard me surely I'm the first
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