Lyrics:
swole for parole, I feel is an injustice
This for me to be broke and strugglin', I can't be out hustlin' (Gucci)
I'm buckin', I'm buckin', I'm buckin'
is you by my side and I wanna go the distance)
Mi Amor
Pasar el verano contigo
Is all I really wanna do baby
Soon enough you're driving me crazy
much I want it
This won't change
The feelings you have for me won't change
Now my halo is all bent and these feelings won't fade
I couldn't make you feel
I'm Khadafi
Rolling in a six-tre jalopy
They want to give me ten in the pen cause I'm smelling like Hen
My skin is my sin
My S-K-I-N is my S-I-N
afi fight for our Rights
Hook
Your Mama, don't like me
It seems like everyday she is seeing demons inside me
Rrrrrrrr!
Your Papa, don't like me
It
I’ve lost enough people I’ve lost enough friends
But this is just evil after all the time we spent
This was your free will and it’s what it intends
his
Baby is cute or whatever, but
For me, it’s bigger than who
I am and my presence
Living it’s about when I was
On Earth what did
I do to help?
die
Die soon my life’s on the dice
noon's bright, too much to see us shine
but the night is deep enough for everybody to find their space to light up
Brenda's Got a Baby
Working for no money isn't funny, it is slavery
I'm headed for oblivion and can't nobody save me
Pl-Planetary collision inner-vision
is so mean
Got on blue and gray today, so fresh, so clean
Had to hide my eyes from the Disco beam
Just enough sight to find a Disco Queen
Just
[Chorus]
I see you lookin' at me exactly like you know wat it do
When I leave where I'm at. make my way over to you
Cause I ain't playin' with you
Is bring the demon back to you
Win this fight for everyone
That found their fate reduced to none
We won't be free
You can help others, not me
Prevent
forgive me one day
In your name I pray
This is for my niggas in the streets
And if you got beef
This is for my niggas with the heat
Hope the cops don't
ours
Caught in ghetto tragedy
I talk to my aunt named Mattie Lee
And recognize the importance of family
Hand me a joint, good music and room to breathe
Young Ton
This is crazy in this hood, they had ma name
Even in the battle of low is battle of live and pain
If I was you, allow me to role like a hustler
numbers)
She looking at you when I walk by
you turn your head, she winks her eye
I can't help if she checking for a platinum type of guy
She be calling me
For the scent of death
But never did I foresee heaven torn asunder
By a seraph who would steal its thunder
My ardour awakened is taken by force
I
killer for hire
They make sure I never retire
Nigga you know I'm the flyest
My drip make me look like a pilot
Yall say that this sound came from DaBaby
Yeah you know where I'm at
Yeah I'm in the streets you know where I'm at
Yeah my homies, yeah you know we got packs
Tell me what you want you know we
Born just south of Knoxville to a family both humble and poor
Never asked for anything at the early age of ten delivered newspapers door to door
Then
waiting
For it to turn green, what you mean?
My soul is never for sale
My youngin' just did a twelve, he home
He ringing bells wish him well
Me and mines
Na, na, na
Gonna have a good time
Na, na, na
Gonna have a good time
Hey, hey, hey
F is for all the
Fatties wearin' my shit
(Do you want me
Gwalky. In verse, there is
no inherent music. Takes
a man to make a room
silent. lt takes to make a
room. lt IS A Young
A-ppetite; the appETITE for ...
eyes on me
You can smell them trees, soon as I step on the scene
They call me young Bruce Lee the way I be choppin’ them trees
Aint no one fucking with
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