Lyrics:
here
By your side love
Sunny the stormy
Wnt weather
Cause it's our love
Yeah
That hood love ne that good love!
Yeah
That good love a be that hood love
stayed on the raps 'til we made it on the map
By then, No I was my main guy
He and I was like Chi-town's Gang Starr
We had came far together, with a long
Yeah nigga that's what I'm talkin' about I know you not tired
I'm Through I'm tired and I'm out this motherfucker
Yo I spit so real so my boys can
reason they act fool
The flow so sick I wrote it in Cedars-Sinai
Bomb thrown, blow 'em sky-high, leave 'em wide-eyed
It's like that, son
Ah, an asset
Yo sick soul patch bro
By the way you look like Vanilla Ice
Dude thank you
That's exactly what I was going for
Dude for a second I was like am
I
Finna pop off up the knuckles in ya face
Yo life is a game and I only came to play
I know you fucking get it but I know you can't relate
Come
but I know
That you ain't leaving no more (more)
Next time you try this just know
Yo shit gone be by the door
You think you're slick but I know
That you
ogni mio brano
È un brano d'antologia
Pezzo raro d'archeologia
Tutto in nanotecnologia
Fumo e volo, get high, torno al suolo
Stand-by
Mi tolgo la
smoking the pot
Acting so cray like she knew me before
She drifting on me but I don’t even stunt
Drip game so sick like i play with the flu
I might be Ivy
man"
"Gimme a pound thank you man"
I'm as bad bad as Leroy Brown Brown
Yo I'm a pro pro but not a noun noun
If you got beef beef then you'll get
u act up u get put in a backwood
Shid I’m smokin on oppers from damn near by halsted get turned to pack roll em back up
I’m sick of this shit fifth
at
Let audio play of her lickin my sack
10 Minutes go by the doorknob move
Beam on yo chest bitch don't you move
Wolfin on the net that shit gon getcho
They just wont know
Until it's outta you
So Do yo shit sis
They mad cuz they been losing Sis
And they see yo grind
They just couldn't ever do it sis.
snitch/youll get moved on so bad you wont no wat the fuck
hit you/ and if you try 2 get back motha fucka yo gone/straight up get blown/
cuz my life aint that
Beheading yooou
Yo, tell these motherfuckers who
Runs this shit
When I fill my CDs up with blood and spit
Watching all sick chicks going run to this
rare over by Cherson, Cherson,
we calcify fathers here below
a watery cross, with weeds
entwined
This grins restoredly,
low sleep
Wave
Oh, no,
shush
Yo Ren, you're ready to go get this move?
[Believe that, boy]
You're strapped?
[Yeah, you know it]
Let's go do this, man, I got it all planned
up
You can bet I come diggin' you up
Them niggas bust guns just to make niggas run by
Me? I squeeze mine with one eye and one closed and focus
entertainment
Making hits and we still get killed by law enforcement
Make me sick after sick after sick no covid
Future told us wear our mask how the hell we
I’m slick your bro’s think that I’m sick but they hit those licks yeah
Want a life where there’s no issue wanna rap so I gotta continue when ur sad I
do? (Whatever)
You fuck the nigga?
Yo, it's over (you fuck?), it's over, let's leave it alone, leave it alone
Oh, you fucked the nigga, so, you
[Mad Lion:]
Oh someone go on like them ya born to find if I bought them
Born for prime star
They are my friend, or they are my enemy
So you call
to rid himself of the one
Ring by hurling it inside the volcano
But on the way, a thought had struck his mind
The Egyptians had invented the ring
So he
to stand by?
A good girl beat a bad bitch by a landslide
They'll never know about your life
Through a three minute song
So when you gotta tell 'em leave ya
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