Lyrics:
elevate/ Staying in better days/ I know a difference in opinion but the way that it's given if you listen they gon twist it till I mention let me hate
I
to death from my head to my toes
Tell it by the way that I walk (Like a pimp!)
Movin' like Jell-o cuz mellow is my mode
Ima stay in this place so don't
the world
When we use our asses in the way
That Nicki has been using her ass
When they are not the accent in a
Video but the point of it
And most of all,
if it’s not important
I’m Goated, you swing me the rock and I’m scoring
I’m floating my way to the top and I’m soaring
I’m feeling like Mike, man im
baby tell me is that you
I don`t know what we`re gonna do
But for now I`m glad I got you on the line
Well it feels so fine
Knowing you`re all right
Oh, it's not... it's nothing...
Howie, I mean, the way you gettin' tp-tp to play, an all these exotic places, I mean...
Yeah
Tell me something.. tell
That day, I notice he's posted it
On his Instagram, with the caption
"They getting married on
A hill in Malibu" By the next morning, for
Whatever reason,
a friend, saw you was pretend
Wet like I'm Kobe other niggas not my peers
Getting better by the day and by the years
Would it make sense if I quit
Look
Beach, nigga, that's Not Yo (Nacho) bitch, I'm sorry
Nacho on the beat and you know it's cheese
'Cause one thing about Big Nacho, I can't save no hoe
I
My name James but you can call me Jim
Or if it suit me why not call me friend
Because I can tell y'all are honest folk
Being that I come from a long
turned me on that's why I came before her make up could dry
I want the bitch to leave can't find a way to say it polite
I told her there's an Uber
Swallowing a swallow
Tasting it again, it's not so unpleasant
Perhaps it's an acquired taste
The first time, it makes you sick
Then, bit by bit, it
toy
Even at that tender age he seemed to know the score
There would never be enough, he always needed more more more
It all came so easy, every little
my flag up on display
We came to work and to live and we got a lot in common
It reminds me that I came from miles away
D.R., P.R., we are not
them?
*
We look through one eye hoping the other won't see,
That way we only need deal with a half of it.
Like bloody ostriches, oblivious,
Not
Vega
We roll blunts not the papers
Cop the greatest take it coast to coast
L.A. to Chicago like Smooth Operators
Cop the Dro and cop the blacks
Cop
a hatchet, I'm either gonna have to use it on you or bury it
Fuck it, I'm not gon' bury it
You goin' dumb, I'm going dumber, this a Jim Carrey hit
Every day
How many lives have we lost to the Maangamizi
It's way bigger than the pain that
I place on the CD
If I told you all the truth
Would you really
sniffin' the blow
And it makes me feel better, the world fuckin' crazy
You can call me a lot, but you can't call me lazy
Ya'll skatin by but chya best be
the solution smoking drinking mixed it with a pill tho no no no
That’s not me
I like sipping tea and do doing yoga with cougars by the beach rrr
I play it
tongue
I'll tell you now my name, my name is Young
But so you think that it's your destiny
To get the best of me, but I suggest to be
Quiet, bro', don't
fantasy
You'd think that it was all a dream
The way things happening
When we turn it into history
I know, I know just not to go and close my eyes
Cause if
spitting
But the feeling that I was missing was the one to kill everybody else
And I'm not violent, I just need to be protected now (Yeah)
My boy just got
I know it takes time, so I'm taking my time
Death is real it's not art
In a room full of broken hearts on the floor
I can feel his spirit knock
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