Lyrics:
even got the muscle no whey they be chanting all my songs like Ole Ole
Every single enemy and everybody hating me the memories are stuck in me and never
around
with ole girl
Nigga, I've been goin' crazy, I told that bitch
she's not my girl
Back to purple love shit, you know that's my fuckin' world
Kayla,
with a big ole machine
That red dot sitting pretty
And its usually
Accompanied by a BOW
Like a Fivio beat
Think you harder than me?
Cause I gat a girl
ole Nikes
No Schwinn like my friends, I had a plain ole bike
But I never did complain, I took what I could get
Cause I knew some other kids that
and she said, No, no, not yet. Not yet. I didn't get to. And she kept screaming. Not yet. No.
And it was just so crazy that like life could just turn from
prisoner, prisoner, land
Getting slammed from the protest, no food
Force fed him like OB with a nose tube
Visions say consult the yogi with the gold
gone think you love this
Until she do something you don't like, you ain't gon' wanna trust it
But I'ma try, as long as she do good, then I'ma be by her
Cent+ and bitch I ain't no +Wanksta+
And I don't get down like that
In the right time, at the right spot
If you try to buck, you gone get shot
Hey
and she lookin' for a bank roll (ching-a-ling)
She movin' 'round and 'round, like a merry-go-round (ching-a-ling)
She be like, "I be, I be, I be, on that
Jason and also a couple other numbers
So they thinking that it's no help
Until they play the voicemail like "Yo Hannah, it's Les' can you call me back?
and them Glock 9s, nigga run up we gon' split that nigga
In the rolls like right now, throw a b/o in I'm a big 'ole nigga
I'm a BOP, I'm a Big Ole Playa
Ole
in the car ye
I'm on a whole other, whole other level
I'm Labeled A Boss ye,
Im in Miami
Like Tony Montana nigga
My life is a movie
I ain't talking
a branch on the edge of a cliff
I got no riff, no beef in the streets
When by beats hit the streets it's like an Omen for Peace
And you can never ever get
Damn
And she left like that
But every time I text her she would text right back
Now I'm in my bed on my phone all alone
Thinking bout those brown eyes oh
the summertime cuttin' up logs for the winter
Tryin' like the devil to find the Lord
Workin' like a nigger for my room and board
Coal-burin' stove no natural
the summertime cuttin' up logs for the winter
Tryin' like the devil to find the Lord
Workin' like a nigger for my room and board
Coal-burin' stove no natural
including
Racial prejudice - are influenced more
By material things like food
And economic necessities than by the
Fear and awe and bigotry
Generated by
might have some kind of friendship
We don't lisa was my only friend
She was different from the other girls
She was more like me
Or maybe I was like her?
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
no others could do
She turn a professor into a fool
Oh, she ain't hard to get, the girl gets around
Those that she met, they're destined to drown
her foreign
She Fell in love wit da streets said her other nigga boring
She getting vibes from a nigga said she really can’t ignore it.
Rough childhood
Sing you a lullaby come over there and rock yo ass to sleep
We ain't got no label or titles but I know she all for me
No other girl compare or rival
me
Ain't no problem, she can kick it
Cause I got a couple homies
In my mind, I'm only going
Cause she going by her lonely
She like girl you ain't go
The beautiful people
Debbie Jo, down at the diner
Sunny side up, burned the toast
Raising up two kids solo
Can't afford no fitness coach
She was going
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