Lyrics:
to roll my dice - ain't it nice
Ooh take me in your kitchen and we'll play
for higher stakes
Some guys have all the luck
Some guys get all the fun
I
you fools (This here for my shottas)
I'm a thug, that goes by no rules (Dip Set!) Oww!!!!
Heaven knows if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Let me
like one time, I was out in the parking lot
Tryin' to remove my excess earwax with a golf pencil
When I see this guy Marty
Tryin' to carry a big ol'
in
Free the guys 'till that shit ain't 'bout rapping
If you brodie the bail is the backend
Yeah, if they say they my mans they capping
Only JB the rest
No more mister nice guy
(You done fucked up now)
From now on, I ain't lettin' shit slide
You ain't with the clique
Wasn't with me from the get
Now
Yeah
I been grinding till my feet hurt
Pack in pack out me and Dee we call that rework
I was gone but I'm back now
I won't speak about the past
What
guy
But you're only eighteen
You're letting those days go by
Always stuck in between
On your knees for this guy
But you're only eighteen
I know that
Like Charles Bronson
Written By J. Robinson III, J. Holliday
Performed by The Bizczar Sinista
Ha! Ha! Ha!
You didn't think I was coming to get ya
Chebiko wole
But people say, time is money oo
But money come by time
But that's why they pray
If it don reach my turn
Make it no pass me by
Na you know
heart gives a tug tug tug
Watchin' the trains go by, I'm just a small town guy
Wishin' I could hurry up an' start to pack
Grab my gal and hop
Keep the pistol by my side and I stay low key
She was a devil in disguise and she preyed on me
Now she got all of my guys throwin shade on me
They don't
Keep the p***** by my side and I stay low key
She was a devil in disguise and she preyed on me
Now she got all of my guys throwin shade on me
They don't
your guy
I'm Asagai
I'm your guy
Alaiyo
Alaiyo
I'm your guy
You
You take me home
Surrounded by your gentle nature
I rest in contentment
Nesting in
Eye
Guess Who's the Bad Guy
I ain't playing
I'm saying
I'm in a red circle
Red line going diagonal starting over my left shoulder going over my right
this jungle where we stay
So many dreamers tryna make a way
So many babes tryna make a brother late
We kinda like kid guy show em how to fade
By far
balling top tier, to the streets I keep my ear
Even with no sound, my vision is Cartier clear
Learned from mistakes of guys before me in the game
Learned
together or Ima come by
You could do so much better
I'll make it alright
Let him go you been messin with the wrong guy
Girl you been messin with the wrong
Take me to church, I am ready
To get blessed by you
To get loved by you
That's my angel
That's my baby, that's my guy
That's my savior
Here to stay,
wan enjoy my life
Oh lord, Biko no dull the guy
Life na turn by turn
E no god make you Dey rush
Life na turn by turn
You just need carry your cross
Or could I go back to the good guy
Why would I, you don't even try
Can't even look me in my fuckin' eye
You don't even try no more, or take the time no more
Long live my guys
Wish I saw them one last time
Long live my guys
Yea, they resting in the sky
Long live my guys
Pour a four for em tonight
Long live
Que made the beat by the way
Rearrange her inside Interior Designer
Justin Timberlake I hit her then it's bye bye
About my paper ima change my name
I'm just a shy guy
My, I'm a 'fraid-to-try guy
No lie
There's a gal that I idolize
But I just can't seem to hypnotize
And when she pets me
You
Open your eyes
Eyes
Don't listen to them lies
They lies
I don't fuck with them guys
Fuck them guys
They from the other side
Fuck they side
Ima stand
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