Lyrics:
honey-sticking wild golden child
Dwelling in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled
Or caught by the devil's lasso, shit is a hassle
There's no days, for broke days
10 seconds left on the clock and we down by a shot better pass me the damn ball
If he ever try to cross me imma get saucy , Kyrie imma make a man
(Krxze)
Hold on (X3)
And I said hold on, Baby I said hold on,
Yeah I got some weed that we can roll up
She don't wanna dance to no slow jam
She just
pain
And I'm prayin that one day you feel all of his love
That's all I know, straight live by that
And I'm 'bout that life, I die by that
Believe
All the shit I should be hung for, and probably killed for saying
And I probably will, but not until the day I pop a pill again
Like chopping 'til I'm
all day (All day)
And that's why I'm real (I'm real) and you fake (You fake)
I'm real, you fake (Fake)
I'm real, you fake (Fake)
I'm real, you fake
could
Install satellite
Rascal Flattin'all night
King cab, bass tubes
Stop light, boom-boom
Five days, all week
Two jobs so he can
Bob that head
Every
out here got my back
And my dawg just got forty flat
A lot of niggas wanna hold with your four
At the end of the day man I hold my strap
And it
woman and man
God bless the God, lay these Streets wall to wall
It go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry clique
It
blood to mop the floor
But I'mma hold the water like it was holy water
Informants told informants how we had it and they swarmed us, they caught us
I
take a ride, we’ll be right by your side
As we sing about things that go
The mail truck delivers our mail to us
The tractor is used on a farm
The tow
Well she's first at the bar on giro day
First out the cab when it's time to pay
Woah, she's got a bum knee
A name like a deity
Oh she's got red card
nightmare squared
That's double for niggas who ain't mathematically aware
I can tell by how you write, you the type to run in a fight
I hold mics while
Hurricane Chris-agist
Hurricane it don't
Really matta hold me down, and that ain't what you doin so you need to move around
I need somebody that's gon'
here got my back
And my dawg just got forty flat
A lot of niggas wanna hold with your four
At the end of the day man I hold my strap
And it ain't been no
Lights up on Washington Heights, up at the break of day
I wake up and I got this little punk I gotta chase away
Pop the grate at the crack of dawn
will always be right by my side come on now baby lets ride yeah
Be my Bonnie and ill be your Clyde
Got my back and you know ill ride
Hold me down
hold on
Quit that shit, I don't use force
Today is a bad day, we've been divorced
When I think about stress, I don't really need it
But this is
Ayoo, you see that girl walk by man.
. Woooff ,she's something else. I gotta say some, you kna what im sayin.
Glance at her when she walking by
found a ten outta ten, she wanna take me home tonight
She planning to leave next week and I wish I could slow the time
I can't hold on to her, life goes
Or caught by the devil's lasso, shit is a hassle
There's no days, for broke days we sell it: smoke pays
While all the old folks pray to Jesus, soaking their
Hurricane it don't really matta hold me down,
And that ain't wat you doin so you need to move around.
I need somebody that's gon cook for me, fix my plate
on a day for a vacay
I got them edibles that will make you levitate
Before it gets late
Hold on baby wait
(who you talking to?)
Huh? It's no body just my
woman and man
God bless the God, lay these Streets wall to wall
It go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry clique
It
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