Lyrics:
Jesse got married, had a wife and a son
Was shot down at home by the Ford brothers' guns
Belle Starr, Belle Starr, your time's getting late
But how
hills
Wild West Virginia, rollin' hills
Wild West Virginia
Get to sittin' by the Ohio river in the cold winter
When a snowflake falls on your face you
the time
Easy to find, out the way things are
But how it's supposed to be is to far
For your mind to grasp so you follow the mass
Playin' the role
Let's get it
See I love getting paid for my lyrical skills
Book a flight from Detroit out to Beverly Hills
Let's get it
Water
The temperature is fine in
the hunter
Another footstep away from you, lost in long-distance storms
My long view's blurry by slow streaming cast and tones
The hunter is coming
My
pockets go
They still get they fill
Fingers scrape the bottom
It don't matter how deep yo' soul is
They sho' is blinded by the light! (Crazy)
Bob your head
listening to me? (ooooo ooohhh)
What I told you (what i told you),
Our conversation is meant to be (ohh ohh, ohh ohh),
You want to experience,
How do I let
Trap your packet, take the money and jet
N****z posted, but you posing no threat
Punk, you p**** like the opposite sex
Front, see how many shots you
MIA, she like come back baby please
Played your music in the whip today and boy I ain't know you preein' that deep
And it's the voice for me
of command is effective immediately, the cause and effect
It calls for your death
Black suburbans at night with no lights ram you off Hollywood Hills
won't-break
know the stakes
This is cake
Yall too late
Know your place
Can't handle buckle under weight
I'm feelin' great
Ya girl love me
I Get the face
She
me flowin' with the glory
Acapella or deep dirty instrumental
I could blow the sky like the stormy wind blew
One gallon of whylin', Park Hill
hills, upon which I first entered the chambers of your womanhood
As I watch the sleepy sun lay its bed beyond the horizons to sleep
And as I sip this palm
dreams came true this time
INSTRUMENTAL
CHORUS
You took me by surprise
I see look in your eyes
The way you make me feel
And how I love you still
Now
still abandon spots
Sippin henny in the Bentley
Playing crash and cop
By the dollar daddy up my stash is stocked
Got him gaspin' steady asking
When
Juice in a civic
Imma tell you what is up (What's up? What's up!)
Should've brought a cup (A cup!)
Cause you poured out your heart prolly could have
salty tides
You're by my as my, ice cream melts on my
I wanna take a dive into your brown eyes (brown eyes)
Brown eyes is how I like
But I what I like,
started
Worried that I doomed, faint not worried how I'm regarded
Other part famished, the hunger is undeniable
If I breach the surface, the kid's might see
and slide, nigga
I hit the crap game first thang, leave if your shot short
'Cause bein' broke is the worst thang
Check this out, mayne, 'cause you know I
under because of his hunger
This game is risky
If a nigga slips six deep
Will these niggaz really miss me
Dead partners too soon
All these
what they'd die for
Breathe in for luck breathe in so deep
This air is blessed you share with me
That clever ad campaign ain't worth
The time taken from
a moral code
Respect is earned they don’t care who you know Or where you’ve been
Or how high you hold your fucking chin
Simpler days
they have come
to know.
I love you so, I love you so, I love you so, you need to know
I have dreamed of, how our life would be, you and me in love, is my fantasy.
I have
this love got me charged
Im like the Joker wanna know how I got these scars
It come from broads that be fucking with my mental
That beauty skin deep
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