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Like a mural in the mission
got a funny premonition
In a few years the Mission gonna be boring
Like the missionary position
Overused pretty boys no
pants
Moje bitch má ass jako vyjebaná pornstar
Pretty boy Honza, nemůžou mě dostat, ne
Nikdy nemůžou mě dostat
Baller, Diego Costa, baller, Diego Costa
fuckin way I aint bout to do it big
Wave is chopping hard call the coast guard
Pretty boy swag call me Pretty Boy Floyd
Count it up count it up
I swear I
Jack McGern was burnin split Joe Adonis cabbage
The underworld was goin savage
Pretty Boy Floyd was non-void, unemployed, he destroyed shit
with
It's Russ the Rush on Fridays
Giving you ballistics on WRMS
Yo, I got a song cause hydraulics
You want the whole take? I said hold there, ha, ha,
I'm ITT, didn't need a Institute to learn bout techs
Used to chill on Jerome with the boys on the ave
Hutch always stayed strapped he had a toy in his
patterned
To be fair we don't go Hatton
We don't tell lies
I think the kids call it no cappin'
The boys rough but the flows satin
I J Hus'tle and I'm
Zarobiť dosť peňazí, nech nemusí lietať už
Do Nemecka za prácou, byť ďaleko od rodiny
Pozri myslím na teba toľko
Že píšem o tom rýmy
Ona by tam rada chcela
When I was a young boy
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band
He said, "Son, when you grow up
Would you be the savior of the broken
driven by passion
I swear these niggas they really be testing
You ain't a real one, get outta my section
You tryna be one, yeah that lil boy restless
You
It's Russ the Rush on Fridays
Giving you ballistics on WRMS
Yo, I got a song cause hydraulics
You want the whole take? I said hold there, ha, ha,
got drugs and loaded weapons
They can take my life at any time at their discretion
So I need a clip up on my hip - for protection
It’s been fuck “12’s” lately
Boys in blue be
but neither are the mandem
Sad but true
Bet you're screwing if that was you
Them guys that'll lie and tell
You black was blue (what boys?)
Tell em catch
to the throne, the new Screw music king
Boys call me Bob Johnson, I control the team
Like I'm Pretty Boy Floyd, I control the ring
Two time convicted felon, use
to the throne, the new Screw music king
Boys call me Bob Johnson, I control the team
Like I'm Pretty Boy Floyd, I control the ring
Two time convicted felon, use
a future but last name ain’t Hendrix
Talkin 'bout you ugly, bitch you fishin'
Gas with the Bans got X-ray vision
Boy you crumbs got picked by the pigeons
I’m
Rush hour traffic
Always puts me in a bad mood
I got chewed out by the boss today
And now I'm stuck on highway ninety two
Then you call me on my
fake ass niggas they deserve an Emmy
They cups full of lies I try to keep mine empty
I mean these niggas so fake they just need an Oscar
Pretty boy Floyd
out a dream
There really isn't any time to lose
They're going to catch us if we wait until it gets too light
You're such a pretty boy
Let me show
triangle, I call that a pyramid boy
Shotgun shots to the head just like I'm a Ritalin boy
Yeah, and she told me that I'm pretty so I feel like Floyd
She
murder(Put em' in a Wood')
(AR-15ssssss)
Damn, it's Tom damn look
He say he a shootaaaa', I know he not
Look up in my pocket bitch, pull out a knot aye
He say
on top of your beef get jiggy
If you been out in the streets get jiggy
If you know your boy got got by the A92 beg you get up and go get chingy
Oluwa ese
(lalela)
Complement some cool caps, Twobop baba thunga
She a pretty young thing, Looking for a something (Okay, Ishu)
Pretty boy Floyd, I just do
McGern was burnin split Joe Adonis cabbage
The underworld was goin savage
Pretty Boy Floyd was non-void, unemployed, he destroyed shit
with
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