Lyrics:
to give
Long as we're hand in hand your my man I'm your girl
Ready to conquer the world
[Chorus]
Our love is mystical like galaxies you can't touch
linen by Armani, check it
My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat
High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit
in my circumference,
linen by Armani, check it
My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat
High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit
in my circumference,
Convos with the real cartel this shit fly
The work your plug got is hard to sell
Conway, I'm on one, a hundred in my carry-on
The fast life is beautiful
It
mesmerized
Can see it in your eyes
Got my heart capsized
Tryin' to be revived
Stayin' clive
By the Bee Gees
Cuz your love is so strong
Hot like my coffee in
they hands on
Party people let me see where your hands are
Brooklyn in the building got 'em scared y'all
Rock wilding wilding out in the beat
preaching to the choir please deliver us
Just keep it real with us, you scared to spill your blood
Your words rung hollow, we need someone to follow
In
I'll be making the plans
Kissing their babies and shaking their hands
Man, God gave me my life back then He brought my wife back
I'm suited
nigga (Keeping it real)
Yeah! (Keeping it real)
Westsiiiide!
Is Brooklyn in the house?!? (Check it out)
What about Queens in the house?!?
your shit thawed
I'll set your roof on fire till it's no ceiling
No fireman go go Let's go Brooklyn
You are now tuned in to the show killers
Sponsored by
Trapped within the silence inside
Watching as the days go by outside
All this replacing
Discarding my face in this hollow tune
The fall of the idol
New York, set it off)
Yo' ha ha ha ha ha yo' yo'
(LS in this biaatch)
We in the motherfuckin' west coast right now
(Westside) word to mother, my nigga
life, life really's a wrap
Your s*** b**** weak, 16 is 6 feet deep
Baby bar, par, crap in your diapers
I'm crazy, I don't play with y'all
Crack in
but can be on all 4 no kittens
Name in the book of life is written
Number 9 god gives me these feelings in my heart and mind
Let the spirit lead no
like your liquor, your style like an Amstel
Smack a nigga til my motherfuckin hands swell
You ain't fly and you prolly guy can't sell
y'all niggas
If only we can lay our hands
On that vixen Yu Shin Hua
Then all our problems will be over
Yu Shin Hua
You thought you'd find my weak spot
But
could scar me
No bullet can jar me
I fear the lord, how could I fear armies?
With that blood on your hands
I still do my dance
I'm singing my chants
beats doom
The king of all kings but the kings in my crew
E
I'm the equalizer
N
Nothing less than fire
V
Victory is my choir
Y
Yahweh that's the title
E
Get your mother fucking hands high
This is it
This the legend of sunrise
Keep em up
Open up yo eyes
I am him
The legend of sunrise
Get your mother
passes by, but ?one convinced?
It makes no sense, cross ya heart, don't hope to die
You can climb into the sky, life is only ?high nuclei? in ya mind
are heartless
Absolving artists, through ya fire and sparklers
Drag him down, in the tabernacle by his Adam's apple!
And suddenly, the angels,
a reflection of your heart. That words alone could never capture. When I write a Christmas song, it is almost always born from a moment in my life, inspired by
Holes wit' tampons, i'm serious
I've been plugged in like a landline
And I throw up my hands you
Just throwin' up hand signs
When the hand 9 by the Jimmy
still hold two open hands up in the sky
Finger quotes
In my gangly youth my limbs used
To swing like Polo tees mazal tov
Still pop a bottle like what Puff
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