Lyrics:
gotta get ghost,
‘fore I can bless you with a album, needa hit tho,
cye, I'm on these beats and in the mix tho,
‘fore I can cure you with these raps I
Mayweather, and I need a queen like asap kid
Little brown cutie tootie and her waist mad slim
Mix the dope with the hope, how I payback kids
Light beams to ya'
the engines
You can find my mentions
With the Sublime of dead men
Lookin' down on my head when
I rhyme intentions of spirits beyond
I just hear 'em and calm
What are you listening to?
What are you listening to?
Rap
Rap?
Yeah, my English teacher thinks it's a
Highly important form of modern poetry
It
straight up with
Kinds of make up
'cause eveyrtime I run, scream, pop a 3-80
I hear a mother scream
"Please not my baby!"
Quick as I see it's you
Bullets
won't test me with this 45 (Uh, huh)
'Fore I ride the wave
(Oh) , I rather get hit by a bus
All this shit is sus
It's like grown men in Toys "R" Us (Ha)
niggas
By them park benches
I had a thing for light skinned with the Brandy braids
I bet her mama get down in the kitchen
But I hope she's not home
When
and smashin
I flash with the bling I sur-pass the supreme
You don't really wanna have a clash with my team
I mix hash with the green I'm the, last
and you want to get it fixed
Send for the doctor with the medicine for your chest
Fill your prescription with the right mix
My kiss and I will say what
And look straight to the heavens so I know that He hear me
My shit fluxuate from the drop seven, to the wide bodied eight
Up on in corner, with
'm older
You know I Won't block come stalk I'm a wonder
I know I started late, don't bother with the hate
The thing is that I started not that I did it your
Ha ! eh ha , ponponji .(Gibberish)
mi o gbo(I can't hear you) ponponji, na so (That's it).
we bout to spread a mentally transmitted disease, caused
a flower
And the petals of my past open up around you
And I want to heal all the parts of me
He destroyed just by being with you
But, you're not him
state of mind
The cab tasting delicious, mix it up with the pine
It got me, feeling fine (feeling fine....)
Yo, yo, yo, yo, ayo
Word to ya mother, I
Gus is the cat at the theater door
His name, as I ought to have told you before
Is really Asparagus, and that's such a fuss to pronounce
That we
melt
When they get hit with that flame
Hazards on stay out my lane
I've been tryna give 'em game
You know me by Lil Chris but don't forget the Trust
Desert flower
Seven out of seven days eight nights a week
You've been strutting 'round in my dreams
With a look that says "baby, I own the place"
You can
we're pretty sure that
You'll be fine
Teams of two to three
That's something we'll decide
Rule one
You must leave the house
For a week
Taking nothing with
deftly, it'd be sonicly deadly
My mind would shine and words would pour out of me like a medley
In my English class in 7th grade, like I sped to be Hova
Cuz
leaf by grinding some tree ocean grown og finding me by the sea
I'm not a wanna be I'm finally what I want to be, which is me
Brought to you by a leaf
'm the one
I ain't buy liquor for months, and you're lucky I'm sober, I'm nuts when I'm drunk
Mix the whiskey with soda, the man I'd become would invite you
make no mistakes, me make no complaints
I love how she think she graduated with that brain
She go to
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is
ones
So I collect guns!
So step right through if you're down for the wrong move
Most crews are moved by my twelve gauge boom!
How can I love when I
1 2 3 4 5 6 7
lucky number sleven how i pull up with that weapon
that 357 you too scared to go see heaven
back up off me homie you can’t breath up
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