Lyrics:
My mama called me at 9, to be over by 10
I wont be home by 1, 30
Before you know it im gone, im drivin on red agin
I crashed my car at home and i
die tonight
If I do stay true and don't cry
Kos you ain't never love a n*gga
All u did was tell a lie
Off these pills
I can't sleep
So I get high
me tof
Was 14 is seerde die stof
They like me ze showen me love
Pot verdorie #03 is gepakt in die tori
Maar waarom dissen op story want in m’n fisi
gbedu mi ema jo
Ema joo ema jo jo jo
Ti data o ba ti ton
Omope shima gbope
Na all my story i go tell
Nobody lazy i dey try my best
Ago to lu nine de shi
was
And still by her side the first guy stayed
Head gettin' more fucked by the day
He stuck it out for nine months I don't know why
And then
Laye aresa aresa shey ti e o ye ge
O daiye temi ebe mo be ko'wo lepe
I know say life na turn by turn
I love my brodie like mama son
All of 'em price ma
we stayed up talking
Gotta love story for the ages
I forget I'm just a kid cause I been thinkin'
'Bout my wins
Now everybody sayin we related
'N Ion
gimme love
All this while girl I thought you gimme love
Mm let's rewrite the story you on my mind ah no see no Jonny
Baby no longtin no frontin you by my
From the Stock by Kloud9Trizzy feat. Steve Spiffler
[First Verse by Steve Spiffler]
I’m so 2-0 keep a 9 in my dresser
Hide the ruler desperate
babey
Captivated by your love
By your beauty and your curves
Blind in love and that you can see
When you put it on me, I'm gone overseas
Oh uhm umm
Girl
a y'all
By the time I started rhymin' in the late eighties
The drugs in Cali was crazy
[Chali 2na]
Nine-teen eighty
Nine's the number this is
comforted by a lie
Where there is love there is life that's a tru story ain't no lie
But it's to much fake love in these days in time
That's why I can't
This is Simba's story
I go by Trill, but he was here before me
On them courts, like he traveling for different glory
I'ma give you a taste, a glimpse
Someone give this man a hug getting gunned down by his plug
A chorus is boring so I bore you with a story
Like waterboarding, fuckin' drownin' and ya
love
What's the sense of faking, when I can show blood
Now what's the moral to this story?
Come on!
If I don't know where I'm coming from
When I first heard this song, I was a little boy growing up
Down in the state of South Carolina
The song had been written and recorded by a man
nigga nothing changed
Now I'm stepping on your neck, can't wait until I get to flex
Nine to five, I get the check by any means, that I respect
She getting
by a landslide
Y'all mad 'cause niggas love my style
Colgate smile, I'm a bad bitch child
Cats be frontin' like they one tough cookie
All my real G's
by a landslide
Y'all mad 'cause niggas love my style
Colgate smile, I'm a bad bitch child
Cats be frontin' like they one tough cookie
All my real G's
them prom pic
You started trapping just da fit in with these hood niggas
You ain't got no story's in the trenches just a bunch a pictures
My mamma drove
Against me
Don't want a nigguh to be remunerative
Buh am kinda being stronger by facing
My demon
Painting a picture
Am clearly narrating
A story meant
Times become manic
Shutdown by another pandemic
More messy work like the mechanic
Miss them times when love use to be organic
Eruptions ending up being
tenure as music director
Fo the Boston Symphony Orchestra from 1923-49
(9) Annie's cousin Fanny was a sweetie of
Mine: Is a song by Glenn
Miller
Postbeamten rein (rein)
Was grinst er auch so dämlich, dieses gottverdammte Schwein?
Von Offenbach am Main bis Düsseldorfer Kö
Wenn Whistleblower snitchen,
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