Lyrics:
that he was going through was more bearable
He looked depression in the face and said boy I ain't scared of you
He started making beats for 7 hours
make my raps bigger than life
But not knowing how to market it right
Turned on the radio
Only cat new from the West
Coast was playin' was Bishop
And by
The block's hot, the block's hot with top notch glock shots
Surrounded by fiends but in for slingers to drop rocks
The blue baggy bender boys, that's
and ruthless no question about that
But sometimes it's more complicated than that]
Now MC Ren is here workin like super glue
No matter what I do, I'm gonna
Slay
The culture took a loss he was more than just a DJ (he was)
Fuck COVID-19, that shit really took a legend
He was the first one to play me on Hot
My Christmas Girl Radio edit
By Eric MacVicar
I loved and lost at Christmas time.
My friends are great, I'll be just fine.
Verse 1
Happily, happy.
till the second date
By that I mean put her in my basement, wait
Giggity giggity, it's polygamy rap
Give her the lickity flickity while I'm beating her
single cell
I often conclude that my music is worth way more than to sell
He wipes mascara off his face as I walk away from hell
I have been been working
that bitch boy, bust a cap in his ass
Think we gon' play? This ain't no smash
Noodlehead Gang, we the opposite of trash, bitch!
Uh, Dukami the name
You
your gung ho got'cha niggas by your side
And the topic of your every conversation's let's ride
But let's take 5 and then put that shit aside
But you
Fee fi foe fum (radio edit) by: Mr. Sho'Nuff
Fee fi foe fum
Atlanta is the city A U G is where I'm from
Fee fi foe fum
I don't want no problems, but
Than a pornhub compilation
Can't deny
That the boy style intoxicating
I made it far because of God
I ain't sold to Satan
Yeah I'm reppin for my county
Many nights, I’ve been out with the boys
In backstreets getting high and bloodshot
As you’re being surrounded by white noise
Waiting for me to get
better than most of y'all with no jewelry on
Now I'm pulling strings don't worry about what I be on
Now I'm moving more than I wanted to carry on
I got all
shit!
Yeah! We laugh, this is TBM radio
You're rocking out with your boy
I got some boys on deck and this boy
He go by the name Fred The Godson!
the bush and set in stone all the Powerful blessings
Shielded by my members
No we don't Allow the protesting
Better than'ose heroes boy I got the power
roll with the boy and you know why
She likes to burn it, I like to burn it
Go to your radio station ya can hear me
Pretty girl in my section come near me
on the town, reckless abandon he's been bullied before
But now he straps, and no more
Attitude high
Flexin on every guy that walk by
But don't
Yeah
She told me she wish this the last thing
I told her I ain't care bout that
I told her I'd make a family yeah
Caught in the backstreets with
even bro's still so you can just
Poke me back, my flow's like magic
You know the fact that I'm no fanatic
My bonus tracks are more dope than half of your
the backseat
A few hundred pounds to the backstreets
A few hundred thou', they thought shit was sweet
Now we got more firepower than the local PDs
at the bar
Do you remember what he was singing
I think it was that song
I want it that way
Backstreet boys, I'm familiar
Number one could you please sing
your gung ho got'cha niggas by your side
And the topic of your every conversation's let's ride
But let's take 5 and then put that shit aside
But you
when I walk
Listen to me when I talk
Its not by force
But its obvious that I'm on course
On the right path
To more fame and more cash
I got tired
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