Lyrics:
prayer
Gun in my hand time this all ends
In your darkest hour I was always there
I was always there
Gun in my hand…
I will be by your side
I will be by
my niggas'
Let's be friends, throw your hands in the air
There's no need to front
Let's see you just throw your hands in the air
Let's be
Ay yo, Fyutch what up
Mega Ran
I got a question, man
Okay
I wanna make this remix about being good enough and smart enough
Ooh
But I want it to be
Take that shit off at the front
Gudda!
Sleep on me, I hope you die in your sleep
No one's defiant as me
I know my worth, so when you pay me
cll Day cll Night
Blow the Whistle one hundred words do you really wanna know
Welcome to the show
My flow is so explicit
If the Girls Look Good
stalker
I'm the image of the man they call the J.D. Walker
If you're gonna be my girl, just come along
And just clap your hands to my funky song
I don't
call the J.D. walker
If you're gonna be my girl, just come along
And just clap your hands to my funky song
I don't drink, I don't smoke, I don't
Okay Look
Let me tell you
First things first
You're super amazing
You've been by my side
Like all the time
Our love just keeps brazing
Every time we
the mouse crumbs
.223 right here, this'll keep the whole house warm
Then I skate by one of my hoes' house, girl, I gotta use your house phone
'Cause she
dancing all over the place
Out of the corner of my eye she said why don't you come and give it a try
Get on the floor, just kick off your shoes
You ain't
Yeah
I'm off a bar, they want me out of here (boom)
My hitter gon' air out the opposite (boom)
On the block with my ice, still rockin' it (yes)
good to keep it true
This feels so good, I'm keepin' you
Hope I'm teachin' you all the lessons I learned
When I made that turn off the 110
Watch that
nigga on the come up
Now I'm just stacking my funds up
Had to come back on the remix
Remember when I first made this and I thought I wouldn't be shit
Now
oh, pardon me, Lt. Eubangdere! Allow me to apologize pro flu slay.
EUBANGDERE
Just take your hand off my box.
SMOCK
Captain?
KWIRK
Yes,
(Where my niggas, where my niggas)
I know you wanna fuck (Where my niggas at?)
(All my real niggas throw
Your muthafuckin' hands up) let's be friends
Where
Paul and Sasha, come sing fi dem, baby
Though you make me holler, though you make me sweat
I can't get your tenderness
Still I can't get you off my
Paul and Sasha, come sing fi dem, baby
Though you make me holler, though you make me sweat
I can't get your tenderness
Still I can't get you off my
day
Like some broken bones
Yeah, you know that I be snapping
But when I'm around your girl, yeah you Know that I be clapping
Niggas tryna test
whole life spent persisting
Sacrifices made what you think thats a given
Life pass you by in a blink quit your bitching
Yeah girl got my line she hitting
shake my hand 'less you been down since the beginnin'
It's Taylor Gang over anythin' you defendin'
Lookin' for your girl, she in the distance
(With
year for your girl
I've been keeping up with the pace
So don't be coming with the bull
Had a good year, now you starting to see my face
Ain't worried
on your planet
Girl I'm sorry
That we were broken
But we were chosen
By the universe don't let your heart be frozen
Find yourself and we can
Hold hands till
dropped the bitches off now I'm
Off to my uncle house
Stopped by the liquor store
Nothing but the thugs out
White tees and Chucks
One nigga hit me up like
a Pony, what
Yeah, what, put your money on my dick
Girls, all eyes on my dick
Yo, yo, yo
Cats fatigued out, thinkin' they armies
My crew arms me
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