Lyrics:
live fake, make money
Then they lose it
My back against the wall thats
Why I feel Lil Boosie
I’m in the beach house with your main bitch
Choosin’ and I
I spend too much time
In this dirty dusty rooms
The places with the flicking signs
And the dirty dusty rooms
Is it unfair to want fresh air?
Is
TwoLive made the beat, know I had to cop
Frontline Mafia and TSC; we locked
Put on for ya squad, watch it reciprocate
Ya folks don't care about yo'
Representin from out the old school
Smoke straight from queens and my nigga Cesspool
(Tek)
Young la-ties young la-ties young ladies in the house tonight
I go
Or him or her
Whenever I'm in the house
A death just might occur
Is this real or fiction
You'll never know
CHORUS
While you're locked to the
Pulse
styles is bogus
Doo-doo, prepare for this verse Tical voodoo
Blazin, the stuff that ignites stimulation
Inside ya, cuz I be that house over water
Forgot in
vicinity
Blunt smoke, in the air reveals my identity
As I keep it movin, we keep it movin uh
Keep it movin, and keep it movin uh
Keep it movin baby we
styles is bogus
Doo-doo, prepare for this verse Tical voodoo
Blazin, the stuff that ignites stimulation
Inside ya, cuz I be that house over water
Forgot in
vicinity
Blunt smoke, in the air reveals my identity
As I keep it movin, we keep it movin uh
Keep it movin, and keep it movin uh
Keep it movin baby we
red knuckles in the smoky air
Grown-ups yellin' in the town square
Mama's hand reaches underneath the headrest, she's rubbin' Daddy's neck
Seems like
Each lazy hour
What a good life
Lying laid back
Like an old railroad bum by the track
What a good life
Living outdoors
Lie in the grass and chew
it's nothin'
That lil' nigga stuntin', he shittin' (vroom)
I get high by myself in the skybox (yeah)
I came out the house, two F&N's for the day (two)
the lights
There was nothing left, so we went right
Remember the days we were callin, no word when we needed you all in
Mobbin' the house that we all in, we
the air
We're chasin' the air
I look around and see empires of dirt
I know you're on your grind, I know you put in work
We need to learn to number our days
ever seen 50 thousand strong with their hands in the air
Up and down like hell, yeah
So fresh, so fly, so sweet, so polite
So much, too many, but we
tam kde já mám svý balls
Chains na mým krku tančej waltz (Tančej waltz)
Máme playboy party in da house (In da house)
Chains na mým krku tančej waltz
yourself away [x2]
[Eso:]
So let the bullets in the air turn to raining rose petals
That covers the Earth's surface while the children throw pebbles
From
Room full of hittas and you squares can't get in
Movin' through the air, eatin' shrimp in the Gulf Stream
She in the mirror for hours, hopin' that she
Chorus: We put our fists, in the Air, and keep them up there, to show we care!
We put our fists, in the air, in solidarity, to show we care!
We put
the Madonna painted on the church-house wall
In whale's blood and banana leaf
Her throat it crumbled in my hands
And I spun heroically around
To see
and contains graphic violence, nudity and perverse language. Thank you.
Idgaf I’ll air a nigga out, bitch
Idgaf throw them diamonds in my mouth, bitch
Idgaf I
or whatever
But I'd rather you were in the house
Watching the unfolding everyday life of this good daughter we made
Instead of being scattered by the wind
died, thirteen years later in our house
I remember through your gasping for oxygen, you explained
That you were thinking about that high, cold air
feet)
(I got this, keys like a locksmith)
Sleep Doggy Dogg in the motherfuckin' house
Lo Key in the motherfuckin' house
Sleepy in the motherfuckin'
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