Lyrics:
months ago
I don't want to let you go
The truth is that I'm hooked
Your love has got me shook
You lit up a storm inside my soul
Your thunder made me bold
shaping my life,
I'm having them drugs that yo bitch fantasize,
I'm coming for blood u can see in my eyes
Pouring that muddy by the end of the night
I see
pain is there
Where I'm from the people with bodies ain't tattin' tears
Shataan is rampid only Allah who I fear (Allah'u Akbar)
Naughty by nature boy
to me
God dam must be feeling alittle off you see huh
I wake up straight to the office be to get my work done
So please yo get off of me its all
just want some brand new shoes
I just want some brand new clothes
And ima get the money from you
Yo whats good my names Lou, Yeah
Im from the district
come
Stay fly like I'm Juicy J son
Lyrics put together like I'm Jason
In yo face them niggas J son
Pray my brotha keep from pushin' hubbas
'Cuz I know
really like to deal with no distractions (I'm gone)
And you distracting
Hella cappin'
I can hold up
I can tell just by your actions
You don't love me
had an idea years ago
asked my friends and they said yo!
so-called friends come and go
ask us to conform and we'll say no!
thought about my life
That’s right We are freee
God came and gave me a vision, huh
Yes yo boy here on a mission
Go tell the world bout this freedom
Freedom that comes from
Oh
Was on my way
To my gurlies house
Was supposed to meet her at 5
It was on my way
(Yo you know what happened to me
when I was going on my way to my
2:]
Hold on, hold on(hey herre I Go) Souja gon do yo shuffle and jig on dat hoe(HEY)
I saw her tattoo, I pulled her by her shirt and then ohhhhh do
glancin' on
Blew the wop in the party till the brancin' gone
Yo dirty let 'em hear what they dancin' on, I say
[Chorus x2]
Yeah, I'm the one they scared to talk about
I'm tryna count M's, niggas tryna count me out
I was taught to go get it by any means
I don't even think
motherfuckers like I'm chilling with strikers
Time to let a trend setter, smooth like amaretta
With a vendetta and a go getter, with a better metaphor
Kick, oh
SHRAP!
Commisioner Gordon rock on
Tony Touch y'all rock on
Kid Capri yeah rock on
DJ Kenny Coffin yo rock on
Verse 1:
In 199-sess, KRS is in his peak-in
What up yall
Skanks the rap martyr
Makeba mooncycle
They have stop signs
They have stop lights
Indicating where when we should stop go and proceed
gotta hold up
Gambling my life
I don't trust you handling my rights
Call em up and they handle it by night
GLX gotta rep it for life keep it so live
man always putting something toward it
I just want that feeling feeling like your mad important
Never use the excuse nah dog I can't afford it
Yo I go
a cheetah and its real loud
Engine in the back and its a v12
I put cartier my lenses i can see well
Lets go
I been off the planet like a satellite
Poppin
Yeah
I'm just gonna cut straight to it
Yo
I went from rapper to an asshole, I swear these
Faggots keep attackin', it's scary
Half of these people
nigga oh yeah
Swerving on a MoPed
You say dats yo lil potna I ain't stopping til u both dead
Two glocks with one in both heads
Dey catch me ima go fed
would think about it
New opponents
Yeah myself is bigger, mind is growing
Soul, they sold it
Grab your phone and get to vouging
Yo, I see it's bogus
Hem
she know that we got hoes
I'm not a rapper I'm an artist baby you know how that go
Girl if you don't want my love then just me alone
These bitches ain't
hard for me to let go
Got a heart made of diamonds
I got gold all in my bezel
Folding bitches up
Like pretzels
She gon top till she got strep throat
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