Lyrics:
on the loose
And I pack the deuce-deuce of some act right juice
I'm in my own, space and time
The elevation of my rhymes to elevate your mind
It's a clear
motherfuckin tight,
Don't play around wit me baby go'ne pull it out,
You know you wan't to bitch, I got you go'ne put it in yo mouth,
Call one of your
mo' problems - and I ain't got money to solve 'em
This is just another day in the life
Gettin' mobbed by fans - man nobody even knows who I am
This
but I think it was Bianca
Bianca's friend did some coke but we only had the
kinda coke that you can go & mix with the vodka
Enough drinks up in system
UAO, It's three AM
And you in the mix, with the Sauce
If you feel me put your hands up
Want a million or bust
In God, Beats and Rhymes I Trust and
For
(woo!)
This life turned out nothing like
I had planned (why not?)
By now I should've had some land
Some money in my hand, 'round about fifty grand
But
You gotta move out of L.A., I'll put them Bs on your back
And Barbie keep her thumb in your butt
That Ken doll love gettin' fucked
Hide behind your
or hip hop
Or like drinks in the club, notifications at the top
I go pop like corn, Cos I Dey cock my gun
I Dey for the ones I love Omo na Turn by turn
La La La La La
I want your song daddy
My nigga just let it go
Step in the booth let it mmm
Literally just let it
La La La
Put it on repeat let it go
the call
The devil disguises in a dress
Life gon last until the reaper calls
Tout l'monde verre en l'air c'est vrai là
Frère on est sur un autre level
On a spaceship in another galaxy
Y'all niggas think making a movie is a club
I live my life IMAX 3D
Y'all niggas know it's big screen things on the scene
for the chips
Our sons won't have to hustle bricks for the kicks
God made the blueprint imma detail in the mix
Cast not away your confidence it has
kick
A Hottie type too
No thotie type chick
Can not fuck me up
No lean in my mix
She keeping me up
She feeding me kix
Time
Keeps going
Life
Is flowing
they got a buffet
Mamba the jersey when out in LA
She bout her business, you think it's for play
Pain and the pleasure I mix everyday
And I'm talking
Hot shit (hot shit)
Mmm, I'm goin' down, down, baby, your street in a Range Rover (come on)
Street sweeper baby, cocked, ready to let it go (hot
Hot ish (hot ish)
Mmm, I'm goin' down, down, baby
Your street in a Range Rover (come on)
Boom, boom, baby, ready to let it go (hot ish)
a book out called The Emperor Wears No Clothes. The author's name is Jack Herer. It's published by Queen of Clubs, and I think there's ads for it in High
Wake up in the morning feeling live
God must be really on my side
Got the baddest bitch up by my side
Cash make the pussy come alive
Everybody
but they dragged him by his arm
They took him upstairs
His mum was tied up in the flat to a chair
Soon as he saw, man he rushes over there
I swear
it for myself
And I don't think I'll ever tell about how I ended up in this hell
Buried alive, I tried to survive my life by acting so nice
But when
they hear that the ting goes bang
Sku-du-du, du-du-du, bang
Do it on my ones or do it with gang
Jump out cars or jump out vans
In the club, nuk po
niggas its some real niggas on the block
Cause every hood got a trigga happy nigga
That don't give a fuck about puttin two in your liver
But how you figure
he dissed you
Can you believe the nerve of this dude?
Cause of your memory I won't bring in the pistols
But he got issues enough of that lame
I
place/
if your city is insidious-and that place in heart you call home is now gone/
its now known it is hideous-the end is imminent from idolizing idiots/
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