Lyrics:
kept arms
Thirty eight longs inside my mom's Buick
At any given moment Shawn could lose it, be on the news
Iron cuffs, arms through it; or stuffed
wake up fine and dandy
But then by the time I find it handy
To rip my heart apart and start
Planning my crash landing
I go up, up, up, up, up
See I was, born in sewage
Born to make bomb music
Flow tight like I was born Jewish
Used the streets as a conduit
I kept arms 38 longs inside my mom's
(Uh uh ah) Let me put my arms around your head
(Dom do ah) Gee, it's hot, let's go to bed
Don't forget to turn on the light
Don't laugh babe,
the sky.
I'm the carry-out kid when my trigger's in cock.
I'll be carryin' out bodies stiff as a rock.
Carryin' out a million dollars in my pockets
right by me
So they talk but they don't wanna try me
Ha, treat your main bitch like my chattel
You leave the house she go on my YouTube channel
Topped off
rich
I done had dreams since a youngin was a kid
House on the hills that's just how im tryna live
Feel like i'm doing this by myself
It's a one man army
Maybach shit
Cameras in the ceiling, Seline on my arm
We get ghost, you already know what it is
Money stuffed in my bag
Maybach shit
Bright lights
did and do shit that's better than new shit (what)
Fit for two clips (what)
The kid is a nuisance (yeah)
Aw man, he's inspired by his own gangsta
don't nuttin move but the money
Ayo strong arm that kid right there with wavy hair
Billy Johnson, snatched him out his whip in Times Square
Took his
of
Everyone was full
Everyone was there
As I drifted off to sleep
In the arms of grandpa's chair
The kids went off to college
Flights were all delayed
Not
field
He was a good fielder. He had a good arm
Iva was the prettiest girl at Carlisle
Their marriage saw the birth of four kids and argyle
Bought a home
in our loving arms
we've missed your tender touch
the kids, they miss their mom
I miss my loving wife
we're gathered round the Christmas tree
for your
by the way they do The dad grew older and the kid did too One day dad said '''son, I think I'm deathly ill You better put me on that burning boat,
Don't let 'em run, hurry up and catch 'em
You grab an arm, I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em
Play pussy, get fucked means you're better off
fine, got you in my sight
I surrender, won't put up a fight
You're my darling, I adore you
I'll stand by you, always be true
Spaced up kid, won't
sure also to honor the h in my heart
The trap of my spirit you know one day
I’m gonna have a kid in one arm and
A glass of Pxnot Grigio in the other
the arm (charm)
That bitch is borin', oh, that's your main?
Come get her, can't help it, she gone
Count up a bag but know we ain't tourin'
If it ain't
Ahh
So seductive
Alright
You know this one goes out
To the man, the myth, the legend
Mr. Brian Kiely
Turn me up
Hey kids, sit down, let me spin you
getting eaten by the telephone
Under the dream of a man in the sea
Lies a postcard written for Eleanor Rigby
Take my arm as we walk through the city
You
seat
Just for you and me
So lets go down till our fuel bleeps
Run over some kids off the streets
Oh, woah, oh
We can sit by the beach sipping on Piña
the row
This made the kid heated
He gathered his arms and retreated
Plotted the death of the rival drug dealer
The clientele stealer, was going down for
the row
This made the kid heated
He gathered his arms and retreated
Plotted the death of the rival drug dealer
The clientele stealer, was going down for
the row
This made the kid heated
He gathered his arms and retreated
Plotted the death of the rival drug dealer
The clientele stealer, was going down for
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