Lyrics:
string along I betcha I won't do no wrong
At the end of the day, victory will be the theme song
If you're in, I'm ready (to get it all on you)
I can make
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
I'm with you, I only see what I'm missing
Babe I just know that tomorrow, there'll be nothing
But tonight let's try to make it something
You're out
the power
We'll take it tonight
So if you see us coming
You better step aside
Kings of a concrete jungle
With no end in sight
Set me on fire, let's ignite
they air Cass'
My passion grows
Sorry I gotta crash your goals
You a movie star? Well when they see the way
I cook him tonight
It'll be the last time
(Throw ya hands up high) You wanna die tonight
'Cause all I need is one reason to end your life
(Throw ya hands up high) You know why we here tonight
Oohh, this beat so Player
Unguided
Sitting in the park thinking
Writing
It ain't safe when I start brainstorming
Niggas end up getting hit by
Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy
No need to be greedy I got mad friends with Benz's
C notes by the layers, true da life players
Jump in
the chronic by the tree
"I love it when you call me big poppa"
Throw your hands in the air, if you'se a true player
"I love it when you call me big pop-pa"
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
mean theres another guy
I was warned by my friends not to fuck with you
And in the end they were right
You apologized again to me tonight
Baby please
fast
Skin blistered and softened as it was coated and sealed away
Another preserved puppet to prance on the strings that I play
The fear ensnared in
it's cosy
Watching telly, doing dishes, patching pants and making wishes
And he'll say, Bill should have wired
And, Not tonight dear, I'm too tired
to strike
For the perfect time to strike
Oh shit base on balls got to walk it out tonight
I’ve been hit by the pitch far too many times in life
Demons wanna
on and follow them home
But tonight is feeling too damn cold
Heaven shines way too bright
I'm captivated by the light
I can't resist, I fear I'd miss
The sublime
girl)
Haunted by your last regrets oh yeah
My strings are bleeding without you
It's been long time ago since you ran away from me baby
cnd you left my
the hand
You know it's only gonna end one way, her way
And all the boys light up like a left-hand high
Got 'em buying her drinks on a Saturday night
No
the tiller no captain
Lunch served by afternoon
Late night I keep it active
Sometimes I wonder
Are we doing too much
Moving to fast shall we slow up
Now
takin my time
What he gon' say when I freak the rhyme?
How you gon' deal when's it heat tonight?
Buck buck buck nigga on the run
Niggafied cause we
honeys
When I go
Explanations, no you don't need one
Having a good time
Getting down to the fun
And it's your time
Just tonight he'll be mine
instruments he’d never seen in books or mentioned by Older- it was a Temple to the God of Lutes. In one corner was a mixing station, with cords that ran
tonight that should be havin' my baby, baby
(How ya livin' Biggie Smalls?)
In mansion and Benz's givin' ends to my friends and it feels stupendous
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