Lyrics:
My standards bone chilling their minds splatter
In my hands it's dust blood and brain matter
All hugs it's no love and fake laughter
All drugs cold
you're cold
Make you happy when you're sad
Make you good when you are bad
I'm not a human i am a dove
I'm your conscious i am love
All I really need is
you're cold
Make you happy when you're sad
Make you good when you are bad
I'm not a human i am a dove
I'm your conscious i am love
All I really need is
Na na na na na na
I love you girl, like how we are
So when you get in that dress you look best by far
You look so smooth, looking so sexy
Girl
I want to know what a nigga can say
20k play by the end of the day
Shorty wan' fuck, I can see in her face
Sammy get bucks and just stay out the way
me
They say my chain so cold, but my watch too hot
My earrings bling, pinkie ring on fire
Twinkle twinkle, see the stars pass by
Gucci Mane ain't
a fallen angel
I´m blinded by the light
Caught up in a fever running hot ´n´ cold
Need a sweet young woman to satisfy my soul
Let me love you
I'd curse when I was born
Caught up in a fever, running hot 'n cold,
I need a sweet young woman
To satisfy my soul
Let me love you.
Nighthawk,
chose
Remember sitting in bob barker
I ain't never froze
Instagram his only field
That's where he's posted at
Free my niggas on level four
And the locs
precious
Your da essence of this love & honour
From da thought of you I smile
And know you special
My forever true, I love you momma
And I thank God He
Last night I had a dream
Woke up in a cold sweat
Was that thunder that I heard
Or bombs dropping from a jet?
Out the window, I saw smoke
Flowin'
When our weary world was young
The struggle of the ancients first began
The gods of Love and Reason
Sought alone to rule the fate of man
They
eastside
And that rep up north
Love my women that’s from down south, man I swear y’all do em cold
Love my women from the trenches, that’s surrounded by them
I wait for niggas to trip ‘cause, bitch
I love to scrap
Mama raised me as a thug nigga
With love niggas
I'm a millionaire started as a drug dealer
I
and Bob Backlund
Bruno Samartino, Stan Staziak
Now The Rock and Stone Cold are my favorite maniacs
The top rooster plucking, chickens when I'm
the people you love
Get all cozied up
Pajamas and hot cocoa
Figgie pudding for our froyo
I know there's no snow
Walk outside
And It's still cold
Hear the bells
nation reparations are due, it's true
Caught up in this world I took advantage of you
So tell the babies how I love them, precious boys and girls
Born
My hearts wide, Our hearts wide, hearts wide
Straight love, straight heart, want change
Then start,Cold shower in the morning
Get the protein, get it
I'm stuck with my sorrows Heart cold, sub-zero, my heart froze
But, damn, all I be sharin' all is my love I miss my family that's up above
So I stay
niggas tryna make a scene
Bet I catch him when he by himself guarantee that pussy nigga probably scream
Double barrel on the Kel-Tec bustin buck shots it'l
awful secret
Passion, sex, love, cold gun
Hot sun, sweet sin, her tender skin,
Her hot lips, her curvy hips
His pumping hormones
His strong will
Remember
On everything I love, It's We The Best Music
It's We The Best over everything
Get money, mo' money
Every time we come around
Doors goin' up, panties
your body sweat blood
Peel off your old skin time to get love
You arrive at the cemetery in time for the ceremony
I give you a hot kiss grab hold
to the metal
I'm rugged and rough for Cocoa Puffs, and yes, I love my Fruity Pebbles
So howdy, my partner, I starts to get meaner
So ask Bob for hope, nope, not
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