Lyrics:
**** and break the doors
Somebody put em silent mode
These n***** doing the talking more
While i be letting my brain storm
007 like james bond
007 like james bond
in them cages
Don't you get in my way cuz you ready know how my aim is
Turn all my street niggas to some king's Lebron James'n (Aye aye)
Woke up and I
go, go, go, go, go
Was it cold nights that made me cold
Do the stress increase my hunger
Tell a lie then make a promise
Fish like a man niggafish,
no satellite dish
I'm adopted by YHWH so He my parent
And it's facts so don't question if it's apparent
The cotton our people would pick in the cotton
card swipin' at the Chase Bank
Ayy, me and Future gang gang, same thang
I check your temperature, nigga, is you hot or cold?
Like a state trooper, I
motherfuckers
from the P-E-N-T-H-O-you-S-E) Players Clique
Tweetey's in the cold room, Freaky's in the studio room
I am in the livin room, and Hammer's in
Come and stay high with the rhythm I got
Take a shot and drive by with a sinister plot
I'm the one whose flow fly with the engine all hot
Fly with
I remember n****
Boosie Bad Azz
I remember n****
I remember n****
Now I remember everything
From them cold night on the block
I remember
the gang we like a ice tray
Niggas switched teams n lost he like LeBron James
Too cold with me he brought bopalini
Es alboogie just hit me he like I got
wasn’t sayin’ please
Gave my man her wasn’t sayin’ please
Locomotion by air, ain’t plain (Uh)
Locomotive they gone hop on the train (Uh)
Loco motives see
(Chorus)
By this time next week imma be in a heavy groove
Got alot of money and i know just what to do
Im successful from my head to my shoe
And i
back up to this soldier boy and I said
"Soldier boy, is he, is Mr Garfield?" and he said, "Yeah, he's gone"
Gonna lay him by that cold lonesome branch
In the fire blue forests, faded and forgotten
I crawled through the cotton fields, picking for cotton
The overseer sneered, his whipping was rotten
I been down and out I been up before I been down before
Tryna chase these dreams by all means that’s on everything
I been down and out I been up
lonesome ground down low
Gonna lay him in that cold lonesome ground
Well they laid the President by that long cold branch Mr Garfield's been laid down
like tom brady
And even when the weather outside gets cold
Ima stay on patrole to keep my bill fold swoll
[Chorus: Marty James]
Even when its cold
pimp game
All my niggas like Rick James
All I hear in your verse is guns
Like all these niggas done murdered some'n
Like all these niggas got stripes for
like bandage
I know they can’t stand it
I Think that I’ll manage
The flow is bananas
It Cold as Atlantic
Her body is art
I’m painting the canvas
dancin' like
I'm under the influence
Shake my ass, I don't owe you no excuses, ooh
No, n no, n no, I didn't, uh
See my jeans fittin', let me
Take you from
Summer night in Harlem man it's really hot
Well it's too hot to sleep
And I'm too cold to eat
I don't care if I die or not
Winter night in Harlem
these/diabetes cases
I'm 13 reasons why rappers shouldn't make a tape, yeah
Ain't neck to neck
Got yoll hanging by the gallows
Cut off some friends
Cain't be with
wake up in the morning that bitch give me throat
Diamonds on my neck so cold need a coat
All these fans I don't even need to gloat
Flaming hot bars
Run up a cheque
Nigga just run up a cheque
We want the loot not the fame
We gonna ball like Lebron James
Me and the Royal X Gang yeah
Run up a cheque
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Malloy and I'm searching for Joyce n Beckett. In the Heart of the
Hibernian Metropolis, Joyicity, events of all
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