Lyrics:
the place, who's the fly most
Brother with a cover, shootin' to my cribbo
The tease wants a please, girl screamin' ditto
So I did this, I needed the bed
the place, who's the fly most
Brother with a cover, shootin' to my cribbo
The tease wants a please, girl screamin' ditto
So I did this, I needed the bed
help but think manajatwa
So where you from we represent Crenshaw
Where they bang by law, slip your jack in your car
Oh, and I'm Kelly and her name
the morning
Sauced
Match me in the morning
Won't be long
Nonsense in for the bullshit
I mix the drugs all in with the potion
I said it happen so fast couldn't
hill narcos, smoke and let the bones turn to charcoal
Let's get richer, kid
Signature Luis rich won't stop until there's billions in this bitch
out of your bed
Go on out to the hills, the wind will lead
Just when we prevail, the hangman is here
So put on your robe, you knew the day was
get in
The pleasant bed that my love laid in
How can you say it's a pleasant bed
Where nowt lies there but a factory maid?
A factory lass although
woah (What I do?)
And she lay inside my bed
Got the pussy, woah (Skrrt)
Taste so sweet, woah
Strip it to the beat, woah
I got wingz, yah
She got drinks,
I buy my beer
In the air, so tired, I forget to recline my chair
Picture you in my head, a souvenir by my legs
Some scuba gear for the bed, we do
respect in which the counterparts see strength
The might
Jaded philosophies, stained in our dichotomy
Cruising in my wallabies while spitting like I'm
On the chessbox
Yo, yeah, yo
I leave the mic in body bags, my rap style has
The force to leave you lost, like the tribe of Shabazz
Murderous material, made by
To think of the life
That did laugh on thy brow
In the beautiful past
Left so desolate now
When youth seemed immortal
So sweet it did weave
Heaven's
of the Watchtower buildin
Images of black in the hills and the valleys
From the tight businessmen to the gods from the rallies
A basehead with the Moe Dee shades
In the moment not
Miles away
In the moment
So I could say
Nothing is what I feel in
My head but I don’t worry bout
No one
Crawling right into my bed
so to answer
I'm used to being alone, so you can't make me scared to
Sleep by myself, it's the way it's always been
Got a king size bed, with some
baby's gone.
I wake up sometimes in the night and realize you're gone
And then I toss upon my bed and wait for day to come
And I try to tell my lonely
crying with the devil
That's in my head
Not under my bed
So many things I wanna take back
But you gotta move on
But you gotta move on
Yeah its in the past
of magnolias blooming by our wrap around county outta town family home
Kicking my boots off, earning my name called
Even over the hill
Make you feel 17 truck bed
Abandon a bitch and I left her for dead
Then I go to the hills and I fuck on her friend
Woke her up 5 in the morning she grinding up on me
I fuck
trying to fight idolatry and lust
Being good ain't enough so in God I trust
I got faith
Seeking restitution from all my mistakes
Look me in my face
a kiss when he's bored
Get it how you wanna live, don't rush it if you still live in yo' mamma crib
I'm in the hills where Obama live, taking fan mail
the rules
Quick hide under the bed
My day her night
Like heroine
We lied we played
We never paid the price
It's not allright but it felt so good
Meet me in
match what my worth is
Nothing leaves the lab without a mix it has to be perfect
Yes, that is for certain
That's why this project took so long in
story
So turn the lights down and get in to bed
These real life horror stories have you dripping with red
Nothing here is normal, it's all paranormal
But
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