Lyrics:
yeah)
I'm stackin' paper, makin' moves
Leavin' haters in the dust, that's how I do
Livin' large, ballin' like a king
Money flowin', hear the cash
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A movement sparked by the echoes we mold
In the rhythm of the lost, our destiny's scrolled
A voice from the void, it calls to the free, (can you
Still today's music has become the Matrix
And the real rhythm is in the red pill
So I chose it knowing I can never return once I'm gone
And I hope you got
cause you help em all win
But when you fell they was dust in the wind
I know you wear those scars
The ones on your arms and across your heart
For all
your wishes
Staying fly like I play Quidditch
Piss them off by living life
Yeah I got 'em livid
It's witching hour
I devour
Everyone with just a little
I've been
Going nuts gettin' all cooped up fully hermitizing but now I'm
Getting souped up it's time to turn the page to a brand new
Chapter setting
to a brand new chapter
Settin' my sights and you know what I'm after
I'll be in the paper the news with Ernie Ernesto
They'll even print my recipe for pasta
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in
Yo! 첫 계약은 500에 3년
첫 숙소 500/30
첫 페이는 얇은 봉투 세 장 속에 만 원씩
엿 같지만 뭐 어때? 오늘은 안주 먹는 날
잔을 위로 like we made it
Fuck the world, we the shit!
iPod and new
Every time we link, it be sneaky
All my hoes clean, niggas squeaky
Buy her new Chanel, I'm talkin' weekly
I could tell she goin' by how she greet
in and my heart went boom
Tryin' to catch your eye from the side of the ballroom
Everybody's dancin' and the band's top volume
Grind to the rhythm
Non-stop till I get a new hoe
Yeah, rolling by the street
Make it burn, (make it burn)
Hoes ringing on ma phone
Make it burn, (make it burn)
Vibe
are worlds apart
Where are you now
Somewhere on your couch
Dancing by yourself
While everybody's out here with the real entertainer
Come on downtown
the place to be it don't stop
We got the rhythm that makes your fingers
Snap crackle pop pop fizz fizz
We're known to give a show plus handle our
spell it to you, W-L
The new foreign funk (yeah, funk for real)
I'm just keepin' it raw
Makin' y'all motherf have a ball
Girls can have the balls like all
to dust
Frays us each a little more
Under that cosmic brush that dust was crushed
I saw a new star being born
We're all together a patchwork quilt
Stitched
real good news for the house you've planned
There's a farmer who's so poor and who's luck has run
so sour that he can not pay the taxes on his land
that's bad news, uh
Started learning as an infant coming in this world
I was taught by real men to give respect to girls
Call the girls "princess" while
turned it into ashes
Walking through the streets with buggie
Bag and laundry basket
In and out the wrong things, time to switch
The rhythm, winning by his
hunt, they couldn't shoot a bird
I'm in the moment I'm everywhere that the truth's preferred
Performing movements to a rhythm what I exercise
I brought
New Afrobeat Single from H. 4real Seeks to Inspire Global Dance Challenge and Celebrate Female Empowerment
Ghanaian, Netherland-based - Rising
hustlers play
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I'm a treal ass hustler, a for real ass hustler
That made it create it not to be imatated by you trick ass busters
Straight hustling for
Sphinx,
It's not what you think
That's how it goes
The Colossus of Rhodes
Why are the pyramids
Made of Emma stone?
So alone
Tossed around by primitives
Sphinx
It's not what you think
That's how it goes
The Colossus of Rhodes
Why are the pyramids
Made of Emma stone?
So alone
Tossed around by primitives
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