Lyrics:
and it'll be mine
I draw my final breath in
And I take this knife
Let's make this quick, I want my pain to die
At night I'm a mad man, by day I'm a sad man
his way back down?
Who stands to care when the air is gone and the party moves underground?
I left my keys in the other house, guess we'll have to turn
at the store
Like I'm in kashways
Right through the coat
Glick four five air that bitch out
Like I'm Popeyes
Smoke by the ounce
Shhh lil bro don't make no sounds
Come on a job
I got me and my squad
We been fucking up the building
Dynamite by the ton
Some will see us and walk
If you see us then run
Caz I still
to this record mami
brand new flavor wave those hands in da air
ladies shake your Bakasi
my guy there is no vacancy
the babe is my fantasy
she loves me
peep game
I lived in a house with my cruel step-dad
And two step-brothers who treated me bad
I cooked, I cleaned, I scrubbed the floors
And I was
Once I was happy but now I'm forlorn
Like an old coat that is tattered and torn
Left in this wide world to weep and to mourn
Betrayed by a maid
That can be all sculptured and glazed with gloss
Call the shots that Bill Belichick would call
Snake niggas slither all in the glass house, racial
ol' bed
Where you could spread out
Why don't we go
Back to my house
You should know by now
What I'm all about
It's cold in the air
But right here
the father said
I was like 'shit, i dislike her'
She got her thumbs in the air like a hitch hiker
Ready to fight her
But instead I chill
I looked her in
and we winning by ten
We proudly win, we all -? - up
(Boo) You in my house, you get no love
We be balling
Everybody likes sort of plays we calling
Your
Future mfana uthanda ama Air Max
Ntwana yam' igqoka ama Air Max
School fees, ay ncqono siyeke
You in the cold and drinking Zamalek
Buya ntwana uthand'
screaming free that nigga c Mask on bitch we lurking this that early Halloween Let me show you to la mafia some shit you never seen
Choppa's And Glocks they
bitch (Bitch)
She gon' do everything that I taught her (Taught her)
Yeah, I'm Italian and I am Six Mafia and I should be popping my collar (Yeah)
She go
Got me stuck inside a situation escalating slowly full of anger full of hatred wrong types of temptation, leave my house vacant when I leave the room
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
a player house
Roll thirty fatties, then I let 'em all air out
Come over here
Coming
What is it?
That car, look
What about it? Never seen it before
bangin' and knock out
Holdin' ?? with red bars sherm the hop house
Mafia
Organize controllin' the scratch
Holdin' the gat
Purpose to put holes in your
air
My shoes filled up with sand
Barefoot running in a market
Seeing you by chance
We became a century old
As we began to dance
Old houses
Empty fields
twist off, they tops for real
The conflict's in the hearts of many men for real
The convicts in the Pen holdin' plenty steel
Niggaz know they house bigger
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
Rollin' round with the windows down
Turn up the volume so we hear that sound
The Biz boys in the house tonight
Summer breeze in the air, we all feel
Verse One:
Today's agenda, got the suitcase up in the Sentra
Go to room 112, tell em Blanco sent ya
Feel the strangest, if no money exchanges
I got
of mine (yeah)
No rest contest, contract to sign
By blood, I'm in this squad for life
Air out my windpipes, and I just chime
I'm the reason you guys won't
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