Lyrics:
all the cheat codes
I am the source, no remorse, I'll delete those
Yeah I've been runnin naked miles
It's the furthest from vain
I'm making colour out
two, three
I went to war last night
With an automatic weapon, don't nobody call a medic
I'ma do it till I get it right
I went to war last night
Diggin' it, then I'm lickin' all on that pussy, put it right there
Only wanna fuck the black bitches with the nice hair
Baby, bend it over, ass up, take
all, but I got some news for you
When it comes to making music - you ain't the only one
Cause by the time you kids get there we old hippies been and gone
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
Bitch, I'm ballin' like I play for Berkeley
Not in second, in third, only first place
Don't be trippin', bitch, I had the worst day (A-A-Astro got it
like a son
365 Bitch I'm grinding ain't no days off
Right now Trappin overtime
All work dis not fa fun
I can't wait to tell my mom dis shit paid off
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
to the humble attitude?
I'm like "niggas took the flow but I'm still standing too"
Thought I had the Midas touch
And then I went platinum too
Mother fuck all
the White House make all drugs legal
I feel like Bob Dylan when he smoked out The Beatles
Been sipping on the red-rum
I think the only good cop is a dead one
martyr burns himself unusual
My Navarro seen tomorrow dreams that only you would know
Gaze at legions far
And you will find its all for you
Looking up
Yea
Uh
I see you bob
Yea,
Shoutout to my nigga bob
I be going hard cause I’m tryna quit my job
Gotta make it with this rap shit, On God
Gotta make it
Yea
Uh
I see you bob
Yea,
Shoutout to my nigga bob
I be going hard cause I’m tryna quit my job
Gotta make it with this rap shit, On God
Gotta make it
with me
Yeah
And it's all right here
And it's all right here
I got her friend on speed dial, just in case
I got the hotel jumping like it's my place
Don't Think Twice, It's All Right
Performer：Chad Stuart
Lyricist ：Bob Dylan
Ain't no use to sit and wonder why babe
If you don't know by now
Ain't
talk 'cause I'm doing hot
I'ma just come and get rich
You feeling tall the way you talking now
Is it still the same?
Well, I link his bitch and change
on my horse, suckin' dick to Bob Dylan
Don't think twice, it's alright to get filling
Another girl by sundown, God, lord willing
I'm a born sinner, know
Comon feet we are leaving, we are going to leave this place behinde
You too brain you must be bleeding, aren't you sore from being petted all
This the underground raw shit y'all missed
Soft shit get caught then it's chopped to small bits
Only time I got a drip is water faucet droplets
Bars
hopes up, this game a choose
So what would you do
Look, I'ma get it out the mud, I'ma get it out the mud, you know
Making my shots swish I'm in the mood
prosper
Prognosis of a problem child
I'm proud and well devoted
This Piru shit been in me forever
So forever I'ma push it, wherever whenever
And I love
Hottest paper can't count it all alone
Mesmerized by the throne, addicted to doing wrong
I'm a stone cold killer, cards in the winner
Audemar ghetto like
It's alright, it's okay
I'm gonna make it anyway
Gonna make it, can't give up now
I'ma make it somehow
Sometimes I just feel like quitting I
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