Lyrics:
it all
Not only some
I want a ton
Woah
I want it all
When you're all by yourself
Can't you see that you have nothing?
Oh
Run out of time
Run out
count is the only moment of silence
'Cause hush money balances all this drugs and violence
Hat trick under my mattress
Date I stop still has
flopping
I’ll B-Boy if you let me Hip Hop in
Alligator skin cowgirl boots only means let’s get it crockin’
That mini skirt makes any man a flirt
in New York City fifty cents elsewhere
It makes no goddamn sense at all
America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit
Flavor Flav
Your heart skips a beat
Beef? Nigga overcook that meat
Get no sleep, only rest is
In between the blink
My life story was
Written in blood, permenant ink
black, well-done beef cooker
My tre-eighty kept me crazy Dunn, she had me whipped
In the whip high, riding by, ready ta spit
She like to talk shit,
Ballin' up in Prov I'm feelin' like I'm Khris Dunn
Bad bitches on my IG, tryna fuck some
Only cause I did a couple shows, think I'm up some
Freddie in his
I'm waiting for Madeleine
In front of the picture show
Every night at half past ten
Madeleine, she loves that so
I'm waiting for Madeleine
We'll go
I'm waiting for Madeleine
In front of the picture show
Every night at half past ten
Madeleine, she loves that so
I'm waiting for Madeleine
We'll go
fans/
Should call you the Orkin Man/
Actin like a killer made you a fortune man/
But tha only beef you had you
Can stick a fork in man/
Ya motha shoulda
Twerk, yeah, ugh-huh
Twerk, Miley, Miley, Miley
Only in America
best
The heartbeat of America
Your true voice
You're in good hands
Now more than ever before
And in the flickering light and the comforting glow
I bang bang ya
I hang hang ya
Don't get killed by a stranger Scarcity opens up the jails in America
To release the anger
You feeling fear and anxiety
or it shine, hustle til my dying day
We done come up with nothing, this be the only way
Don't be fuckin' with us dunn, us killers don't play
Yo we fuckin'
'you know a wise man once said, never judge a book by its cover, always read the whole thing in the bloody book shop and then decide if you wish
at the judges, in the criminal courts
Criminal thoughts, these streets wit killas to sport
This is Mafia music to murder you wit, inserted the clips
Drive-bys
dangerous I need a cross and bones Lounge,
homeboy,
you in the danger zone What I mean by lounge, I don't mean bitin' Huh,
ya
mess around and we'll be
America died
We're running
From our darkest hour
With no destination
We get to the surface
The sky is afire
The city's in ruins
The bombs they have landed
There is only one thing to be done with slaves
Free them
If we can't die in behalf of progress, we can live for it
Progress, we Americans take to mean,
only Son, this is more than a verse
When life get on my nerves, I just be wanting to swerve
Jump up in side my whip, blast off like a rocket ship
When
selfish sense, if their behavior is changed or eliminated, then in
The future you won't be hurt by them again, either them directly or their progeny
Being
People are orphaned in wars
People are imprisoned in wars
People get raped in wars people kill in wars
And people are haunted by
Their experiences of war
definitely weird cause it's outta control.... but
I don't give a shit tho
I'ma fuckin nympho
Slice 'em up like kimbo
Don't play me nintendo
Only ride wit sony
Covered by grace
Made Holy, made worthy
So I enter in bold, to your throne
God alone, is the source of my faith
Only got two hands
But when they come
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