Lyrics:
Kenneth English
I’ve been up and doing, sin is one thing I must work with
Lord forgive me for a nigga caught up in this rage shit
That’s the reason
Life handed me lemons
I jump back in the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it
By now you just wish I'd fucking die but I electrify
Get
on your face
And about twelve motherfuckin' bodies
Hangin' around y'all
I do my thug thang
Dopin' in and out of lanes
And I must thank
[Unverified]
Tats
I'll sing you a true song of Billy the Kid
I'll sing of some desperate deeds that he did
'Way out in New Mexico long long ago
When a man's only
I'll sing you a true song of Billy the Kid,
I'll sing of the desperate deeds that he did,
Way out in New Mexico, long long ago
When a man's only
I'll sing you a true song of Billy the Kid
I'll sing of some desperate deeds that he did
'Way out in New Mexico long long ago
When a man's only
Man it's a jungle out here, it's a tough route here
It's killed or get killed out here
You better be a killer before you get eaten out here
BoniFace,
oh my, let me fly
Why, oh why, can't we strive
D-d-d-done
Man I'm on the run
I find a way out
I call on the sun
I'm ever gon stop
I'll never listen
from the back, got her squirtin'
Screamin' out daddy
Neighbors like, shit must be hurtin'
I pop my shit cause I earned it
None of it given
See
these thoughts that I'd rather see made by another man
Television set talking heads
Politicking the new religion that men discuss up on they couched, with
edible
With a fire in my soul
My desire is shown
As I leave the entire globe and go!
I'm high now
I'm lifted by the sound
It's taking me out of town
talking to
So let me clue you in
I am not in danger, Skyler
I am big cash
A guy opens his door and gets shot
And you think, yeah, rah, CB, man
I am the one
majors is frontin'
Triple in your front, blue
So why ya'll still theivin from the Sunz of Man
Independent group
Information must be leakin out my faucet
twins with me like I'm Johnny Test
I just bring the woods they grab the liquor and you guess the rest
Nigga you know how shit go down
I'm tryna be the man
drop him off at the airport
Ya know what I mean?
[Charli]
Oh, you gon' take him to the airport?
[Guy]
Yeah, I'ma, I'ma drive him out there,
can keep
Ima always be myself
Don’t see no one who can compete
Ian gotta drop no bag
Don’t need no man to spin fa me
You can tell by how I walk
I
All your songs put me to sleep
Your engineer produce sedation
In here spittin on that heat
Look like the beat produced by satan
I know you think you
According to a recent tweet by Iggy Azalea
"Diss songs shouldn't be filled with
Celebrity name drops to pad out lazy bars"
I beg to differ
Rihanna
Clay said join ftf ya life gon change
Don't change your flow don't change ya swag remain the same
Man fuck a contract show some love we do the same
Yeah, nah where the sheets at?
You got the sheets? Aight, for sure nigga
I'm dryin' the phone right now
Nigga chill the fuck out
My father
You must remember this
A kiss is still a kiss
A sigh is just a sigh
The fundamental things apply
As time goes by
And when two lovers woo
They
like Harriet Tubman
Looked out the window by the black bed
I saw the pigs and the four on a flatbed
Then the light from the bird hit me in the face
pricey, bitch my diamonds icy
Hundred bands, runnin' man
Keep them bands tucked
Chopper hit you, it gon' fold you
You don't wanna cancel
Drop top and I'm
Man its cold out here
Just one more hour...
I'm on the hustle tryna change how I'm livin
I make it happen with the tools I was givin
I don't complain
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