Lyrics:
and I party wit the A list
Riding through the city by the dock where the bay is
You went the wrong way so you now you skip bay less
What's your eta gang
I smoked some gas wit da plug
We were just choppin it up
Choppin dis beat into dust
AJ Da loco a must
These little rappers are some pups
Carrying
92 of ‘em wack
Call 9 double 1, I'm serving the streets crack
I'm a 90's baby, the 90's made me
The golden age of rap was when I was born, man that
walk by I smack that ass
But I'm different though cause I swear to God I'll give you my last
cnd they'll never know, man cause that's how good we cover
and remember
Because the nations will bow down before Him
It won't matter about man's little opinions
The Lord rules over the nations
And to Him belongs
day that I met you in ROTC
I didn't think life would change at All but man it changed a lot
And now that I'm by myself I got No one else you is all that
your pardon
Hold the matter (hol' it, hol' it)
I hear evil eye
Be watching like the cinema
Oritse mi guide because
I'm still a sinner man
Little shawty
Said I saw you
I Said I saw you walking by
I saw you walking
By with another nigga
That ain't me
Mmmh
See you
On the other side
Mmmh
Ay
I saw you
drummer
And I was blinded by her beauty so I got her Stevie wonder
We kicked every day and night
The whole summer
And when we got bored we'd hit the record
with me when my young ass was down
Now I got bitches 18, tryna fuck all around
Air on my lips, shoot up by the hoe 30 rounds
Man, I know when she coming,
Everybody’s got it in the summer time
Everybody’s got it and they’re doing fine
But for me it’s so hard to come by
Honestly, I don’t know why
Hate
terrible weather
Nobody does it better than I, so approved by Carly Simon
Most rappers is real hard, but still hardly rhymin'
To all, rise and shine, give
If I could write a letter to me
And send it back in time to myself at seventeen
First I'd prove it's me by saying
"Look under your bed, there's
to make fun of my little shoulder pads
And also like to hide the special shoe
I need to kick in the snow
People think it's so easy
To kick a field
it yes I can (movin’, movin’)
Something so (something strong boy)
This little boy will be a man (ooh)
If you see a red balloon, laughing in the sky
Baby here I am
Im the man on the scene
I can give you what you want
But you gotta come home with me
I have got some good old lovin
And I got
attack
See that little man
Running with his severed hands,
No he'll never work in this town again
See that little man
He's got the severed hands,
peaceful
Sitting on a wall in Stroudy
Now a few years later, I'm a little bit older,
wised up, that much stronger
My mum thinks that I'm wasting time,
I'm
Repetitive tunes get the better of me
Still I bring this music the way that I please man
She totally didn't hit me with the ultimatum
I can tell little shorty
within you feeling me man
Your bitch is feeling me man
Hand down my pants gripping foreskin
While I'm taking off her Victoria secret
So much junk in
little brother, man, he's only six years old
We waited in the blistering cold for you
For four hours and you just said, "No"
That's pretty shitty, man
(Verse 1 Foggieraw)
Internet communications
I need instant confirmation caused by our Wifi impatience
3gs to slow for me to smell your fragrance.
I'm a wandering soul
I'm a vanishing man
c vanishing man
I chain-smoke till dawn
By the green glow of the dash and the cell phone
I let the seek keep
You saying that you changed and you wanna make it work
But I'm just tired of trying and I'm sick of being hurt
Instead of getting better man this
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