Lyrics:
a shuffling vibe
And we hittin it right
On the breakdown might see your wife and have to take down
A name and a number for the next time I hit the town
In
to try yo shit
Used to look like Kylo Ren or wait was his name Rylo Ken
Sorry Mr.Lucas I ain’t watch it I cannot pretend
Hate it when they 37 still rapping
game
You know my motherfuckin name
Phil Da Agony, it's all the same same
Game tight, Crescent Heights, get the name right
I do seven songs in
you looked me in the eye
Said I love you but it meant goodbye
I loved you too tell the very end
By your bloody body laying in the sand
No one
the building but the buildings falling
You wouldn't be ballin' if your name was spalding
My mind get flooded I think about new orleans
Back in school, you all
Middle finger to your favorite rapper
Judge a book by its cover better skip some chapters
Fuck a lol jk I aint fond to laughter
Watch these rappers
playing in your cockpit's
Braid the hair at the side
They probably thought I made pop shit
I'm a Don, so kiss the ring and be gone
Come to me on the day
of love
But none like you.
You make me wanna stay
Here in heaven with you.
I'll write your name in the sand,
Put your hand with mine.
Come on baby,
of love
But none like you.
You make me wanna stay
Here in heaven with you.
I'll write your name in the sand,
Put your hand with mine.
Come on baby,
the crying and the smiling
Fuck what you heard, UGK is a island
Away from you niggaz, but we still solid land
Sharks swimming in the water, put your nuts in
the tongues spiting
I just came in with baber bars your rap heads I’m Fading
I seen a future in the dream so I don’t relax on the weekend
Money suit me I
to
Ask me why I'm stuntin'? Huh?
I'da sip Ciroc with Diddy
Drunk Spade with Hov
In the VIP of the 40, with some bad-ass hoes
Had my grip on my forty
Still
that
Could pull it off not naming any names
Modeliste: How would you describe
Your personal style?
MGK: I like passing by mirrors or windows
Especially
Leavin the cut in a rage
Loadin up my mac, goin to my crib, to get my 12 gauge
One of my boys just got shot, huh
Fuckin around, in that million
Yeah
Live a life that these niggas must hate
Damn
The same nigga that smile in your face
Damn
We all good I just need a little space
Damn
They say
[Verse 1: Prodigy]
Yo, my life story - based on a true story
We popped MAC's all growin' up, while y'all played story
We were playin' hide
Gettin shackled on the bus first thing come Monday
Hopin in your mind you'll be released one day
But knowin, home is a place you're not goin for a long
got to fantasize
Close your eyes and look alive before it's do or die
Who am I to look it in the eye and pass it by
A massive cry to passers-by come
muhfuckas laughed
Cause I'm calling my auntie, anty
I wrote my name in the sand
Wrote her name in the sand
I finally got new clothing
I even started a brand
the things that you invested
In your prayer life and in your spiritual life
Write my name in the book of life lord
Dear god forgive me for my sins
I didnt
silence what I chose
Kuz if u start talking that dumb shit I might grab u by yo thraot
Kuz I’m
Daaaangerooooously
In loooooove
Wiiiiit yoooou
Cocaine flip the cocaine
Sippin solo when it's slow lane
I love? took a hit for him
Hit the clink for him, gave them no names
? in your mix, thinking with
guy, I'm in love with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois Lane"
won't like me when angry
Make me write a verse to fuck up your day like that can of beans in ya pantry
I need an audience to prove I ain't fraudulent
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