Lyrics:
Deep in your mental
Flesh'll get your best
Shoulda made you realize
I stay thirsty by the flesh
It'll be test to try me
Little bit on the front
In
-19 debe kènèma
An be ka ta side by side, fougari foy detan tshai la
Mercedes AMG 63 o ye n'ka plaît, ani Audemars Plain
Non Non N'te Philipp Plein, No
in black clothes
They tryin' ta' take my only life
Leave my folks on the front row
Bury me in providence heavy weight that rose
They wanna steal the BG
duplicate
I praise the lord and keep the faith
It's alright keep bitin' at da bait
'92, uh, one year later
Peace out Premier take me out wit' da fader
I'ma givin' the rhythm
Ta have him feelin' like he neva eva felt before
Get up in him I'ma have him chillin'
N drillin' me from the night ta the morn'
A duffel bag of hope they wanna rob me
Mattered in my soul but i rose thru it rocky
Shattered all the foes and the lows just departed
That's not how
i'm com'n
I'm com'n, with the coke, let me though nigga
I'm com'n, playa hate me, you get removed nigga
I'm com'n, with the coke, let me though nigga
need ta make. Needa hear how dey proud a me nowadays. I c breesh in my salary nowadays halloways it cud get spooky w alize, cud get drizzy w biddies
Will jump a n**** like a chessboard
Do a drive by while you're riding on your skateboard
They ain't even know it
Have Drake sing a song just to get her
for Guns 'n' Roses
Yeah! C'mon!
Throw your hands in the sky
And wave em from side to side
And if you're in this life just gettin by
Somebody
dollar shop air
Fake flowers, fake guns and fake capital
Cash only
You'll get caught in the mirror if you try anything stupid
Very important people
Fucking
stuck in they ways
Fuck out my face if you ain't getting paid
Get you some hustle lil n**** ya lame
Got a concussion them guns hit his brain
End
flood
To save the lager from the guns and spillage of blood
See the English roses spreadin' through the land, but there's a wag-'n-bietjie thorn in
About my statis
Now that I'm at this
I'm loced out
And livin' lavish
So fuck tha gun control
About ta bust a cap nigga
'cause tha jealous got
got shot by they own
AI cross got 'em shook, huh (AI cross got 'em shook)
Workin' out with the big dogs
With the weight, now watch me cook, huh
Top
fucked I jus need to work out the kinks
Bitch I'm flowin' like a sink n barely floatin' by I feel like I'ma sink
Ooh, Insanity I'm on the brink
Ooh,
boyfriend not to be mad at me
(chorus)
I wanna get you in the bath tub
With the candles lit you give it up till they go out
Or we can do it on stage
So if you see me winning don't be mad at me
Just be inspired by the fact that you act like me
N' if you think it's anybody but your own fault
Cuz you
the mud eating dat Ramen (Eating dat ramen)
Oops want me dead forever I'm balling (Foreva foreva)
Foreva I'm Balling
Yeah Yeah
Get by any means
Get it
me
Juve and B.G. with me
Turk and Manny with me
The C-M-B with me
They lettin' loose
Nigga be bout cha issue get lost in gun smoke
Now I'm
muthafuckin guns up (tru!)
Cause I represent gangsta day (uh-huh)
A g-a-n-g-s to the t-a
Ain't lookin for no shit but if shit comes (what's up, what's up)
Ready
the life
Or the death of me
And nothing lasts forever
We gon sit together
Get ya shit together
Heard you wanna be rich
Then find a smarter bitch
And gon
that's the way we tell'n demons to get out, so bled out
Baddest nigga represent'n the Midow
Feelin' like the world cannot live wit'out, Ta-dow!
Now we
Witness my enemies die when I ride by
They shouldn'ta tried me
I send they bodies to they parents up North
With they faces they wrists and
They nuts cut off
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