Lyrics:
Prisoner five hundred and four, now against the wall
Return to your saddle, today nobody’ll see the world
Know the rules by the game or go
on a bike one time and saddle it (oh)
Ayo, her doctor workin' wonders
Damn, that's a big circumference (oh)
Girl wet, she don't need no lube
On the 40th
Your rhetoric will entice me
To write raps on my white sheets
Men at work in our Nike's
We're comfortable in out white tee's
I'm by myself with no
chilling with the crew
Well, I'mma piss her homies off
Saddle up, what is all that playing for?
I wanna run up and I'm good
Don't run up my patience,
the other side
I don't give a fuck I'll let y'all take a glimpse inside my mind
Enter at your own risk though, be careful what you find
I'm a grimy despot,
mamacita
I need them pesos
Devil wanna end my life
My angels
And my demons tugging
Just know whateva don't make you
Can't break you learn from your lesson
Let me be by myself in the evenin' breeze,
And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees,
Send me off forever but I ask you please,
Don't fence me
a photo-opportunity
I want a shot at redemption
Don't want to end up a cartoon
In a cartoon graveyard"
Bonedigger, Bonedigger
Dogs in the moonlight
Far away in my
Anytime I think about naija, my mind dey skip
Because day by day na so every sector just dey sink
People wey suppose talk, do like say dem no dey
Well, the first thing I want to say is??Mandate my ass!?
Because it seems as though we've been convinced that 26% of the registered voters, not
Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle
Underneath the western skies
By myself, let me wander over yonder
Till I see the mountain rise
I
"I don't need no woman to kiss me
And I don't need no man to stand by my side
I don't need to slake my thirst with whiskey
Don't need to shuffle
me be by myself in the evening breeze
Listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees
Send me out forever but I ask you please don't fence me in
Just
vagabond don in your city with nothing to lose
So gimme the loot gimme the loot!
So what's cash money
I'm paid pal e-checks and internet money
New school
bam, met a girl named Pam
I poke and thank you ma'am
Ain't no, drag in my bag
Gotta do me 'cause I don't play tag
Six-double-o hoop, costs loot
Hit
dead -- it's my awful dread of the icy grave that pains;
So I want you to swear that, foul or fair, you'll cremate my last remains."
A pal's last
When you scream and curse my name
It's just that I don't feel you
Nigga, you invade my space
Yeah, blacked out, tatted up, let's go, saddle up
I
The Liks and WhoRidas
Trust no one, smash, with my family do or die
When we ride on by cartel, street gangs by bail makes mail
Won't stop, I sell, I
know that cool niggaro, riding on a metro
With the Cold 4-0, I really don't like to promote guns
But I got one, a pistol grip shot gun
My other one
You think I wouldn't have him
Unless I could have him by the balls
You think I just dish it out
You don't think I take it at all
You think I am
first
Rewire his brain
The real puppet master
Inside of the game
The realest of rappers
No ice on my chain
You feel the wrath
When I'm writin yuh name
the lighthouse in the end
So long old pal, don't you worry about me
See you when I lay down my oars and hang up my pole
And walk by the memory of a man in chains
me be by myself in the evening breeze
Listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees
Send me off forever but I ask you, please
Don't fence me in
Just
All them government men are just tryin'
To make me poorer - that ain't fair
I got to testify, ain't no surrender
My time will be here by and by
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