Lyrics:
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
about girl
Maybe we can talk about another world
Shorty said she wanna be my friend
But I told that bitch we don't do friends
Get it while you can cause
had to enter a five-digit code on my side
And they only had to turn the knob
It made the most sense for me to be the one to open that door
The social
by appearance but broken inside
Hard to stay grounded after you
Learn how to fly, oh my
Oh my oh my, oh my my oh my oh my, oh my my
Oh my oh my, oh my
vibe since the day you came
I'm just a thug in this world and it's a dirty game
Just be my love for forever and don't ever change
By my side we gone ride
here in
Barnaby Finn's Cafe
Standing by the door
Watching for a sign
Knowing what to say
If only they had time for me
(verse 3)
Marking time the crowd
no relation niggas don't need Maury, no way
The wackest version of my sons
Steve Nash on the gas I'm getting it done
It's so sad no pride they copy
of my niggaz talking in D-Town mackin' and hustlin'
Multiplied by Chi then milwaukee came up for tha fuckin' at 10,
Hut 2-3-4 for and tha rollers lace
explain later in the story about them which
I call my Four Doors of Doom.
The mirror, the great plaything for man's vanity.
The mirror was to become,
else wins the race
No, I give up, today is not my day
but then I take a deep breath and say
Calm down - when you're about to go crazy
Turn around -
listen up, I'll spit some fire
Talking 'bout hacking, it's my desire
KiwiBot's in my sight, gonna take it down
With Anonymous by my side, we'll wear
a T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all
almost changed it but that word just described it best
Put you in my Top 3: You, Your Thighs and Breasts
I wanna see if we can make all these lines connect
are stoned if
You think I'm gonna let the rocks sing my song
Take my job, let 'em rob me over fear that I shoulder
I'm a bolder
Version of myself than
by the Man His Hand Created
Came into the world and the world did not receive its Creator
My sin hurt him
His mouth he didn't open
It took shame
I'll give you your strings back (oh-oh)
If you give me my strings back (oh-oh, oh-oh, yeah)
And you don't gotta hold me down 'cause I got my own back
it? ) it's my nigga boz, open up the door
And red nigga, these niggas down to kill nigga
But hold up, the plot gets thicker
He said, jay's a trick ass
legends, the kings with the, crown
They try to slam the door but we kick it, down
Likwit town, L.A. California where Tha Liks get, down
L.A. California where
?
Why can't time just pass me by
Hope you can hear my cry up in heaven, oh my
Accomplishments go down the drain when I see the powder rain
Made me forget
down and guard your post, three sixty-five, twenty four seven.
the world hemmed up my daddy should've named me tailor
I'll scare ya' like I knock at the front door when the rents due
The true, lyrical O.G., shine's
what the morn's bringin' so it's hard to doze off
Three 'o clock in my socks I crack the dope song
Hopin' when I open the door I'll see Santa
Now who
heart by three simple vision
[The Visions:]
The first was a planet engulfed by the sea
No dry land in sight, not a mountain or tree
No rock jutted out
heart by three simple vision
[The Visions:]
The first was a planet engulfed by the sea
No dry land in sight, not a mountain or tree
No rock jutted out
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