Lyrics:
'll put you down when we come in
Contact like this two hand touch
Long beak on the bird, bing I let a two can'
(toucan) bust
I said "bing" cause I didn't
a group with Garth Brooks
Hahaha, 50, sing the hook
This rap game, this rap game (yeah)
I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game
And I ain't diggin'
a group with Garth Brooks
Hahaha, 50, sing the hook
This rap game, this rap game (yeah)
I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game
And I ain't diggin'
this rap ever slow up
Remember we was living different but now we winning
But i bought them racks out
Tell em if they play ima crash out
Aiming for
On weekends with the Ricans cause nigga I fit
You see I'm half fucking black and motherfucking spik
Should have learned a long time ago Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn
cooking in the kitchen
I'm still a chef ain't a fucking gram missing
Niggas out of order you know shit gone change
How they life getting shorter
Like Mr t's
Why not when I'm feeling like a winner
Call me Dillon Brooks
But wait I actually deliver
Let me know when you drop 40
By then I'll be pushin' 40
Maybe
A long day, long day
But she living for the feeling, ain't no wrong way
She done had a long day
A long day, long day
But I swear she always did it all
the worst,
Emptied out by a single word
There is a hollow in me now
So I put my faith in something unknown
I'm living on such sweet nothing
But I
impressions make me feel something
I feel like confession
Maybe you ain't the shit
Maybe you should get off your high horse type shit
Crtl alt delete it
I
been talking,
Man we ain't impressed,
niggas get killed for less!
So don't die over nothing, like ?your ass,
Cause on my block I was the doc before
Living for this daily
Always staying on my grind I don't give a fuck if you hate me
I got this feeling right now
I'm on FIYAH!
And you ain't never gonna
.
BEDEMIR: Bring her forward.
WITCH: I'm not a witch. I'm not a witch.
BEDEMIR: But you are dressed as one.
WITCH: They dressed me up like this.
CROWD:
Dave, you fucked up
Flat out on the concrete they peeled
You up like the cartoons
But this ain't fake, nah this is gon' hurt
And you gon' feel pain
I
rude shit
I keep living like this, I might lose it
My man's coming home from
Doing long ass bids what up
Kiko? I ain't seen your ass
Since we was kids
like you know
Yo, we drinking this straight up with no chaser
I ain't fucking with you nigga
I'm saying though, man
What is it, what is it
Yeah, I’m like a old box Chevy just primed up
I ain’t tripping I’ll wait for the paint
It’s some beauty in the struggle whatcha crying for
No tunking
like the paper chasers
I was told by the OGs
Back in the day
Say what you mean
And mean what you say
I say all that to say this
You wanna hear some Playa
the bass on the hook, like a fish in a brook
In the stu like a cook, gettin' bags like I'm Nook
Aye, "how you getting money?" all this money this I took
Cuz
life
The 40th Side of life, dunn we keepin it tight
[Cormega]
Yo it ain't just the music
Group aspirations or ghetto illustions
It's the product,
bitches swear they in love but it's just the X
Niggas act like, my coke ain't long in stress
Like I don't keep two shotguns, under my chest
I flip,
"fuck this, fuck o-line," man
Shut the fuck up
When I drop some bars, they all know I write 'em sweet (yup)
Good guess but try again 'cause I ain't
shadows long
As I chase the sun, down the boulevard
I feel the pulse of the electric air
A humming energy that surrounds me
In this neon wonderland
I
John Mayer
Fuck a long saber like i ain't
Luke Skywalker I'm Darth Vader
Armed with Vegas' claw blade may god
Save em -like Bart's neighbors
Stop hating
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