Lyrics:
Mo ja ra tan
Abu ra sara
Ka mi ya ka
Afi lafiya
Emi tell dem
Mo mo karma now
Them come to hate
But I tell them sha
If I ka mu
I bi Kala la
him, but I don't wined up wit him
I just stack my cake, hair back to the states
Know it's two case, like "Oh yea, by the way..."
I'M A HUSLA BABE
play the game
It’s insane kan?
Baru masuk game
But blessings like my last name
Got you intimidated by my stage name
Gotta proclaim so I gotta gain
and Facebook face
Off, get your face took
Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body
Secret societies got me creeping
With the shotty
La Coka Nostra like Peter
Your game of Jenga end
We ain’t hearing no gems from them
I spit psychedelic phlegm for them
The crème de la crème
And all my burners are end to end
kept
Something that is done when you live by the gun
Get down, the shots went bang
It wasn't planned this way, just meet my demand
And things will go
of love in the dark
(Here's to night eternal, ah-ha)
Nyctophile Shangri-La
Nonstop Finnish roulette of the heart
(Augment my fourth baby)
Moondial it
catch ya by surprise
Gotcha fearin fo ya life
Cest la vie, tell me what you know
You a dumb bitch and I'm fuckin' on ya, hoe
When the gun hit's
You'll be
Angeles, this is Los Angeles
Out the belly of CA, hated by the D.A.
Skatin' in a '6-trey drinkin' on E&J
Everything will C okay
As I turn this bottle for my
go, giocanna eyes low
Two-way E, tell 'em to meet us at Roscoes
Ball til I Fall, that's my motto
In LA, NY even in Flo
Sittin on 'tractin rims
wit'
niggas from The Deuce
I was raised by the streets
It's a LA summer, we in Waikiki
Thank God for another summer
I'm still alive and I fuckin' love it
Seen
Listen y'all do not want beef
I will eighy-six a pussy La Couspaude
I ain't talking to this [?] if im not gon beef
If i take an L, I take an L
to fight another day
Oh, oh my god
Ancient Chinese secret sent by Buddha
Blah...
Bruce and Kareem out shooting baskets for two points.
kantle then gun set
Klev ungazong' thusa
You don't want it with the skinny little nigga on the mic no
You don't want him in the middle of your lady with
It's Chuck
Knowledge Reigns Supreme
RIP to Scott La Rock
I'm not a gangster but fasho I'm not these Papa Doc's
Who talk a lot
About their guns but
the feds, when they come
Avoid the pain when the gun go tun-tan-tun
And you know it ain't be the same since my guys been locked up (Yeah)
When you're on fire,
to tell me what I want
Could of moved to Brooklyn could of moved to LA
But Minneap is home where I midi map my poems
to clouds and romanticize the rain
Uh, runnin away everytime that I hear this track
Mm, gun in da brain figurative I might steer it back
Mm, slippin the day I find I Lie by a melody
Drive-by in Compton
Ich sag', „Rest in Peace“ und geh' Tennis spielen (c'est la vie)
Und Kim K. sagt
„Hol den Jet-Ski, ich will auf diese Insel da!“
Doch
2,900.14 miles from the shot of LA
Sometimes I don't sleep, forget to eat
Yeah, I do it damn near every day
'Cause I'm working so hard, gotta be
Dan nog snel de bedden langs
En ‘t huis is weer aan kant
We flew to the moon and back
Fought side by side in ‘Nam
Invented guns and Cadillacs
is why so many died,
Religious wars claimed so many lives,
Mother nature has been raped by progress,
I fly my last mission and feel great remorse for
Mad it is you know to think you are
Hardcore as the guys in L.A. are
Well, my pal, you don't need all that hardcore
Yo motherfucker, you know what's
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