Lyrics:
times do I gotta explain I’m mixed
How many more times do I gotta hear the word spic
How many times will I be told I might be latino but I act white so
I
Table
Our shows are for-mid-able
Oh many times we're given rhymes
That are quite unsing-able
We not so fat in Camelot
We sing from the diaphragm a lot
that ho
She my other bitch
Nigga close that doe
And don't call me by my government
You fucking snitch
Kaioken Times 2
Arkk Angelz can sign you
Bitch I
this time, so sorry, baby
Moms had to entertain many men
Didn't wanna do it but it's time to pay the rent again
I'm gettin' a bit older and I'm
like money over where? (ha)
She say she independent like she signed to Koch (Koch)
I told her time is money, so she grabbed my watch
Got stocks, got
flamed rocks
Year after year up in the same spot
Total madness synergy in city streets
Battle many fleets as they walk by the gates of the darkside
Black
you've gone broke
So we
We hang out by the bonfire
Just the good ole boys having a dang good time
We crank it up, down here
We get loud, down here
We
murder many men, but I ain't proud of my sins
We don't even like each other, for real, you know the deal, play pretend
With all this money made, I
[INTRO]
Boi I got so many
Boi I got so many
Wait hold up hold up hold up hold up
We gonna put it down for texas one time
Boi I got so many
Boi I got
It's so many ways to die. Oh no! It's so many ways to fly.
Steady as we roll. It's so many ways to ride.
Cause life can't pass us by no more.
Pre>(struck by lightning)
She wants so many things (g. parker)
Capo 2
Intro: em / d/ a/ d (3 times)
G d a d
She wants so many things you can't
me (what?), Beef it was finna be
My appetite for destruction is finnicky
He was an industry type, influenced by magazines and snipes
Rocked
you've gone broke
So we
We hang out by the bonfire
Just the good ole boys having a dang good time
We crank it up, down here
We get loud, down here
We
gone be the last time that you see their face
I aint scared to die
I done lost so many people that its hard to cry
I know its fucked up for me to say
Boi I got so many
Boi I got so many
Wait hold up hold up hold up hold up
We gonna put it down for texas one time
Boi I got so many
Boi I got so
credit cards and don't do shit, bitch
I travel throughout the year
I keep a woman with a house and her own career
So when I buy her a diamond ring, it's
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
never been hit by a stepper (go)
Fuck me with my glick on the dresser (uh-huh)
She wanna see what's up with my pimpin' (get me)
Wonder why a nigga so
together, baby
Then hit the register and make me feel better, baby
Your horoscope is a Gemini, two sides
So you better cop everything two times
Two
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
homie I'm watched by the police
Cops out patrollin', grab a Glock-40
Snipe at the squad car, story notinh
Fuck it if you want beef, click-clack, wack
Lemme step out from under the ceiling
Just so I can look up and catch a wonderful feelin
I know I seen you a million times
But every night still feels
since I could remember
I had friends I could depend on
Clothes to lend 'em
Money to spend on 'em
But as time went by
My life got a little strange
will I ever get it right
Cause I'm so sick of messin up so many times
I'm gonna do right
Right by you
Gonna do right by you
Sick of messin up
Gon get
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