Lyrics:
a player hold the game by the book (yeah)
Bright thing on my hand sayin' (look at me)
I got your girl doin' a handstand, whoa (look at me)
Out them
it, thinking it to be a sweet fruit
Prabhu mudrikaa meli mukha maaheen
Jaladhi laanghi gaye acharaja naaheen
Holding the Lord's ring in your mouth
task in this world
Becomes easy by your grace.
21. Raama duaare tuma rakhawaare
Hota na aagyaa binu paisaare
You are the guardian at Ram’s door,
No one
on the back
For way too long
Should’ve known it was you
That I want
Cause can’t think of the past
Ima leave it alone
Now that I have you for my own
Sweet like
fun, making records to see your response
But, now competition is none, now that you're gone
And these niggas is wrong, using your name in vain
to be fun, makin records to see your response
But, now competition is none, now that you're gone
And these n****z is wrong -- usin your name in vain
with horses in it
This is a song with horses in it
Father told me to get my own place
I looked into Christmas towns
Found a place in Finland with some
used to play Genesis in eighty-six
I'm a pro like Tiger wood! I don't need any tooltip
With a big list of your benefits
I'm here to be my your own
tell a gyal come my way
Yh I dont play by the rules , I'm not really one for the games
In a leage of my own, imma get to the top just stay in your lane
be in your heart
And you shall teach them diligently
Unto your children
And shall talk of them when you sit in your house
And when you walk by
your lane
Stay in your lane
Seek human nature
Know I got you by my own
We arranged it
Places, faces, lights, flashes
Cameras changing
I'm on my way
I
body shaped
Shaped like a bottle
Save it till tomorrow
I'm like Zorro
CC leaving marks on your titties
Love you in your Nikes
The sweet sea breeze
Yeah, twenty miles an hour in my long Bentley
Shame on you hater, this what the Lord sent me
Lately I've been practicing my gas face
Cause that's
on the roof.
An' if you see a woman in a moo-moo,
Readin' Tarot cards an' palms down by the road.
That's how you know; that's how you know,
You're in my
Girl, you know I love talkin' to you on the phone
I could listen to your sweet voice all night long
Yeah, sometimes I can get by, with a, "Sweet
Yup, I'm vibing with you
Go ahead and make your home movie
Girl I'm riding with you
'My Type of Party' still
Bumping in the 60's
Me and Archie Davis
Mind your manners, fuck out my way
Can't hear you talking shit, you too deep in your grave
Lately it's me versus me
No competition to be seen
My level
Of an old guitar that plays so sweet and low
A long time ago in the rain
For the rest of our lives
Let the music set you free
I can hear your voice when I
standing out lookinn sexy Near the bar
And i fell for the dark in your hair
And that sweet ass little body got me Movin over there
Señiorita you're a sexy
miles
All I wanna do is cut on the decks wild
But edition up here bi-da miles to the center
Reliever of duty, Plug One mosies in
And I be like, "Yo G,
lost like where did they find you niggas
Must I remind you niggas
Way before Insta I followed niggas
Going on route leave your phone in the house
When
Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax
Is highly complicated 'cause I emigrated
From the single greatest little place in the Caribbean:
Dominican Republic!
Where Miles Davis cuttin loose wit the band
Just think of all the people that you knew in the past
That passed on they in heaven found peace atlast
you saw, see all you can see,
As you get fucked by your own liberty now
If love is a taxi, the devil would drive
If hatred is English, then I'm speaking
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