Lyrics:
hoes, competitive
Wanna put me down, dependent
Time to clear the house, all new friends
Yo what ya mission is
Take some initiative
I give 'em 2 seconds
the house, sheets keep me warm
What I gotta say, day by day, I live my life to you I pray
All my works for your namesake, today I give to you my praise LORD
like a motherfucking dentist
Rudra hit him and got a life sentence
Trap house, I'm the motherfucking tenant
Beat out her back in the four door, the mini
Ain't nothin' like bruh, he gotta pop out 30 DE
Out of the house, said it, only two boy gon' shoot
But I'm by myself, standin' on ten, boy, I know what I
the mottio, hall of the famous, can't tame the wild
rock with me child,big daddy in the house, we go all out hard, and that's how it started
game dynamic, put
house, trying to find a way out
Baby she drop it low like a hydraulic car, do what I do she get pressed
You on the outside looking in, and I'm
gon' feel all my blick, she be screamin' like good God
I be killin' these beasts every time Ima act up
If the boys raid the house, then we gon' put
change
War for peace
Come on, fight it with me
War for peace
I’ve heard love is the key
A fancy house, a shiny car, all that stuff
Don’t you know money
Jo
John
Whoah
And Donnie D is in the house
Dick Scott is in the house
M Lou is in the house
North side is in the house
And my man Maurice Star
Real outlaw like John Dillinger
My lifestyle's scary like
Do it for the block, for the block
Said you'd do it for the block
Real outlaw like John
the days? Run in your house like a raid (huh?)
Young nigga tryna get paid (paid)
Pistol to his face, give him a shave (baow, baow)
Never selfish, all
getting bigger as my eyesight gets worse
I can't see the lines on my idiot board
What about love?
I don't let that stuff in my house
This is
getting bigger as my eyesight gets worse
I can't see the lines on my idiot board
What about love?
I don't let that stuff in my house
This is
John Lennon, Michael Jackson, Janice Joplin, Jimmy Hendrix
When I die, I just wanna be a legend
White roses on my headstone and my name in golden
the bomb, my eyes are tighter than Japs
Rollin' evil with the evil side schemin', Young Prod
Clipp's the house, oh my God, a homicide!
Is about to be
a bump,
It's a girl, it's a rhyme,
It's a cold, it's the mumps
The plan of the house,
The body in bed,
And the car that got stuck,
It's the mud,
And on the horizon, the sun is setting pink
You're cooking something in the house, singing John Prine
What a beautiful thing to be alive
I'm buzzing
I spot ah fly
Taking off like a rocket man
Elton John
I'm mr miyagi you Daniel son
Speed it up with you're bitch
I'ma Gunna
I'ma call up my
of the feds prolly (Mhm)
Came out the trap house feel like John Gotti
And I wanna cash out on a new Bugatti (Auh)
And it's free my brother he got 22 bodies
You
it
Woah
Ya
I wrecked the dodge then I coped the jeep and gave lil bro the key
I can't leave the house with out my fye my ops ain't make believe
Ain't
Martha married George two years after her husband's demise
John's wife, Abigail was needed by him for advice
Tom's wife, Martha died years before his
Hustling for my dawgs got me feeling like I'm John Wick
Come from a place where houses built with Cement brick
I Come from a place where they use mud just
Heigh ho!
Do you know,
The names of the U.S. residents
Who then became the Presidents
And got a view from the White House loo
lose her ass yet
From Mark Anthony to A-Rod back to Ben Affleck (mixxy)
Covid got us in the house, we can't go out and turn up
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