Lyrics:
a fella'
High like them notes belted by the late great Ella
It's Sinn on the mic from the 90's rap era
Twist the top off some liquor concoct the perfect
a menace
Baby just come by the river
Why don’t we live for the night
Sing a few songs snap some pictures
Don’t leave me gotta get right
Empty some bottles
the Henny like a bounty's on it's head
But drink it on the rocks if
I'm surrounded by the dead wish I am
It's a cold one
Spit bars 'til my throat snap
Charred
Pimpin’ (Happily Ever Came After)
Copyright by: MvzikByDMG
Performed by: Haylo Romes
Written by: Richard C Roman
Intro
Baby you know I be
Here,
I know you see me, gone and snap my pic
Something classy just to shine my wrist
Who can put it down like this
With a sound like this
Run the town
hang out (fuck 'em all)
Catch me by myself with all my chains out
The shit they cap about, we don't even snap (cap)
Bentley, Mulsannes, Maybachs
running away with the game
It's 'cause I am, don't speculate, spectate
All I got is d- for days and insults for decades
But I get by my wicked ways, lady
They calling mister candyman all the time
Snap blowin up my phone every night
I got the .40 on my hip by the side
In case these feigning bitched wan
to do
But for me to make it slap when I snap with the raps
I don't know bout you, but me everything is true
Trust that there ain't no cap it's all facts
And don't you think it's strange,
that I call you by a different name,
whisper to me, oh
Never let it snap,
two for my seconds
Never let it snap
my own!
Sell this song by my own oh'ou! Oh'ou!
Get this message by my own!!
Step on the microphone! Mshiza on it ,
Am ready to speat ready to fit
My
Let's go, ah
The ones we love
The ones we've lost
There's some we frame
And there's the ones we crop
When all my favorite ones were trimmed by my
Break it right down like Imma break my goddamn neck
Could I be best? Yeah. Thats not guess, nah
Say I could be smooth and cool,
When I move through
snap
Cause I'm really off that
Okay it's like shimmy off whack
How I'm rapping sometimes
I'm just off that
See I'm really off that
Okay see I'm really
Yeah, you're the king of imagination (Huh, huh)
How many rings you got? You got nothing (Yeah, yeah)
Snap out of it, you're being too delusional
You
Yeah, you're the king of imagination (Huh, huh)
How many rings you got? You got nothing (Yeah, yeah)
Snap out of it, you're being too delusional
You
to be defeated
By some freak mix of Shady friends
Who may try to make this beef stick
But any chance that my foot wont' snap off
Into their greasy ass,
sublime,
You already know it's by design,
This is all a part of my twisted mind,
You already know the way I rap is so divine,
Yeah, it's so fine,
Ima just
none of this by myself
Shawty be kissing my neck
I had to get her and put her right back
Look at the way that I snap
Took two words, put it together,
my
Hobby Rap I started that
I Rap I Trap I Snap I got it regardless
Every track I demolished boy Im
From the Hood on the Radio acting
Retarded know
blind train
Unique individual, you can go read it in my name
Lives through out the map, chew out your rap
My crew 'bout to snap
Snap, snap, snap at any
feel repulsed by the things dat u sayin
Like put some respect on my name
I rap den I snap and I'm getting it in
And I gotta list full of names
Yo I
on the dance floor
Girl, it's you that I adore
Step on stage, you scream for more
Afrika got rhymes galore
Snap my fingers, make you mine
If not, I'll
and now sitting here in squalor
A hand burst from the dirt and it pulls me by the collar
Only life left to give, oathbreaker
A man stripped of love and life
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