Lyrics:
advice is move clever
They all know bullets don't got names
So they bound to go through whoever
Every day could be yo last day
Made like five thousand
Mía que quien and I'm up in the mix
If I ain't up in the 5
Then I'm driving the 6
Then you owe a couple thou' if
You step on my kicks
Trying ask me
Came home untouched and the oop seen us
Been thru blood, sweat, and tears I had to clean up
I only leave to house if I gotta re up
No Ian in the mix
savage that curse queens
I'm somethin' from his worst dreams
First we handlin' first things, I'm subsurface unseen
Grat'll hold planet by purse strings
Not thug enough, not rich enough
Coming home feeling like what's wrong with me
It's enough cuz I've given up
Mix the wine, depression poetry
You
Large Pro, Nas
Travelin' through the mind, one time
Yeah, get blitzed to this
The greatest lesson ever learnt has
Yet to be taught
Niggas runnin'
you can be my snack
I called you last night
Then you hung up for the night
I know you did me dirty
But I mix you with the sprite
I took you to the hood
new toronto but that be blasphemous of me
Cuz we know that belongs to king of kings in the b
Yea my legend tory
At the end we all in the mix
One Trip
rull upon ya)
(Roll upon ya, rull upon ya)
Ask Jay who he married, eighty thousand in Paris
Stadiums with Queen B and that selfie, got 'em aggy
Y'all niggas lame for that, y'all niggas lame for that
Shoot a man in his back, should be ashamed of that
Young niggas banging back, young nigga
to jack it up)
You'll be alright tonight
[Verse 1 - Wyclef]
To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year
Hey yo, dear queen, by the time you get
with me I stay slaying this shit
Spitting heat while Killa D be laying the mix
Is the way this shit goes like Dykes playing with clits
Staying legit who
You know sometimes you have to use a little composure
Be playa about the situation but this is not the time nigga
This is not the time nigga its
You look at me like a dolly, like a queen (oh whoa oh)
Say you wanna be underneath my shiny feet (oh whoa oh)
Only say it when you’re high
Tell
I'm the bad guy, baby
I wear it far too well
As far as I can tell
I do it by myself
This my God complex I can't keep it in my pants
I'm the reason
to the ghetto
Like b.b. king blow the blues,
Bullets ? ? ? cause fools can't escape this
Niggas lose they life for stickin' they nose in my cake mix
And like a ?
the squad's cappin', I'm in the mix
And i'd rather be touched by twelve, than laid by six
My kind, on the front line still standin
Mr. Billy Danze,
know that I love u I am just afraid to show it cause I don’t wanna loose u yea
Yea yea
So be my queen
Ima give u what you need
Take you overseas yea yea
in the mix like Jambalya
When I was thirty-eight, I'll .45 ya
Mortify ya, more money I make more stuff I buy
Troup died at the Chevron, Big Rock
and soar
Kickin the bed ain't no snoozin nomore
Queen of the jungle it's Raq and I'm roarin
I won't be votin for trump or for pence
None of the system ain't
shoot with accuracy
Conscious cat that's dapper, yo it has to be me
But enough about myself 'cause situations are real
Too many young cats be doing
ain't get his gwop
He told me meet him by the bridge, I get there in a hurry
Got me worried and it's probably just a minor mix up
He said: "Nah Los,
you there like B.I.G took niggas to New York
"Juicy" had us feeling like we was from New York
And that's real shit blazed the Philly
It's summertime
this
Highly entertained by my shit
If a queen were a car she a Maybach
I ain't had a heart since way back
That shit somewhere probably iced out
On my
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