Lyrics:
Yo
Lemme tell you a story
He's looking up into the stars
She's existing from afar
They don't know each other yet they're only kids
Back then
He was
Tell me what you're into
And maybe you can bring a friend too
See, I've been eyeing you down for like a minute
Baby, tell me if you with it
I'ma let
in world
Baby I love you
We tryna get the shit
We grinding everyday
We tryna smash all the night
But we know it ain't cool
I put my kid we make it 3
ever happened back then, we still haven't turned into men
Just out for fun always hated your schools
Chased by the cops never believed in your rules
And into your blood
Tear at flesh
And rip at skin
And smash at doubt
I have to break you
Fury drives my vicious blows
I see you fall but still I
like Rich Ramirez
Or the son of Sam
Maybe zodiac
Silence Of The Lambs
Ed Gein is back
You can call me Jack
The way I'm ripping tracks into fucken scraps
the power stage, but a faultless performance here saw the seasoned Brit smash the course record by just over 3.5 seconds, with a head-turning leap over
u niggas know where I'm living
I Started shaking hands when I walk into the building
Shorty with the thick legs is really making me feel her
I'm tryna
a remedy
Your problems will be belong away
You'll go through agony
A boundless hyper energy,
Will smash into your brain
There is no chance for you
running the car
If you need to escape
He's the guy with the guns and the scar
I'm gonna sneak through and steal a keycard
If I have to I'll smash
ride by my house
Late at night
Bitch you could neva be me
I smash shit on site
I get rich off you broads and the shit that you do
Ya texting his phone
Uh huh
Uh huh
Whoo
Yeah, yeah, let's get it
Fuck you
cy, yeah
What up my niggas and niggettes
If you ain't know by now, yeah I been next
Gained
the shit you sayin' out your mouth
Make me crack the fuck up
Laugh hard 'cause we pass y'all so dash broad
Lay my shit by myself in the booth
While y'all
in his Jack-O-Lantern and smash it on his porch
Now get off my dick, dick's too short a word for my dick
Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism, you
Hurby the producer ain't no joke
He always makes sure the beats are dope
When I explore, I take you down to the core
Wanted by the FBI as a wicked
find some trouble
Be a rebel, you wanna find
Brick by brick it's a boring night
So let's fuck shit up it's teenage life
Dance with me, drink with me
discovered
Smothered by my soundscapes that have left you dismantled
Enchanted by my verbals as Ikon be burning candles
"The rapper Ikon be throwing cerebral
from my lessons cause I take failures and turn em into blessings
Climb the staircase step by step you know that i rep my set
And believe I’m up next oh
Produced by Scott Storch
The effort I'm gone put forth
I'm ma blaze a track like a human torch
H-Town's my stomping ground
A legend from the underground
You
panties to the left
Or slide them panties to the right
Bounce that fat ass on this dick all night
We bumped into each other by surprise, "shit!"
You
gettin' into rock, shit
Scared of who? Huh, we goin' get rid of you
Climbin' up the walls wit' gimmicks, that shit is pitiful
Dawgs close by me, so why
Always gettin' into trouble, 'cause, I'm so fly
I'm on a whole nother level, left the block
And now I'm smiling countin' money like
(Ya)
Realize it
I'm trynna smash it and you don't let me, ouch
We're hurtin' each other
And you know that I'm trynna get us still partner
꺼지란 말인가 싶어서
놀리던 입을 꾹 다물고 있었어
Hurby the producer ain't no joke
He always makes sure the beats are dope
When I explore I take you down to the core
Wanted by the FBI as a wicked
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