Lyrics:
but the type
Of bullet that stuck had went against his will
As blood spilled on your hands
My plans rather vindictive
Everybody's a victim in my
and choke on your tongue
With officers kneeling into you
Hey! Keep your hands off my culture
Hey! Keep your hands off my life
Hey! Yeah, I know all about you
When your brother switch up on the team
So I watch what i say when I speak
And I lock up my trust, burn the key
In this game I be playing for keeps
Play
of black tar H
Baby boy, twenty keys
Dead Colombian Gs
Now you're ballin full speed
One slip you bleed
You had your nigga with you
Hard rock street
to you
Now you can look her up
An' you can look her down
She got a heaven, boy
Ain't never been found
But keep your hands off her
Don't ya dare to touch
couldn’t help it. It wasn’t her, really… she was just a vessel driven by the worm––this wicked fucking disease.
You are defined by your trauma. You are
the homiez
But now I must remember all about my tenderonis
You're lonely by your homey baby I know how you're feelin'
You in the mood for some sexual
"Ain't no man scream like Prince"
And I was like, "That's fucking awesome"
GQ: Your dad had left when you were 6
So your mom raised you on her own
Frank
niggas named her "D" (Quarter Key, Quarter key)
Can't keep her ass off the streets my old lady
The one that got me pushing Mercedes
The one that
agreed to
Before criminals constitution nothing's illegal
Except people who were once property destroying property, upheaval
Keep your eye
on being a lap dancer
Yeah, you’re not ready, you black Somalian
You’re not ready
Don’t even open your mouth blud
Before you say something stupid and
You get
give a shit
If your girl kneel down and suck my dick"
It all happened and the guy tried to choke her
Nigga didn't care, she ain't nothing but a smoker
off your own supply
From a key to a G, it's all about money
10 piece for a 10, base pipe comes free
If people out there are not hip to the fact
If
Keys open doors, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys-keys open doors
Yugh! Make your skin crawl
Press one button, let the wind fall
Who gon'
off your own supply
From a key to a G, it's all about money
10 piece for a 10, base pipe comes free
If people out there are not hip to the fact
If
down your hands (keep 'em high)
And if ya losing yo' high than smoke again (keep 'em high)
N-n-n-now, my flow
Is in the pocket like wallets, I got
a fine honey
With her hands up in this club for me
I'm about to get her
And I know there's gotta some kind of chick up
Off in here that's got
the homiez
But now I must remember all about my tenderonis
You're lonely by your homey baby I know how you're feelin'
You in the mood for some sexual
they're gonna hold your hand
Slide down the banister, go get your coat
Ferry 'cross the Mersey and go for the throat
There's three bums comin' all
Breonna
You paying her homage or swallowing shots
All black all black
All black all black
All black all black
By any means we that
All black all black
All
God bless America land that I love
Stand beside her and guide her
Through the night with a light from above
This land is your land, this land is my
just the basics
Reruns of your favorite male-dominated faces, holding hands, singing amazing graces
Nah
There are far too many hidden figures in our
ain't never offered her no drink (no drink)
But I admit that she asked me, can I get a little Hennessy? (Yeah)
Then we both turned off our phones, we
sign
Key West is fine and fair
If you lost your mind, you will find it there
Key West is on the horizon line
I was born on the wrong side
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