Lyrics:
never tried to holla
We can spend a couple million actin' silly in Milano
Boy, hit your horn, beep beep, I'll follow
Have you up in my driveway by
never tried to holla
We can spend a couple million actin' silly in Milano
Boy, hit your horn, beep beep, I'll follow
Have you up in my driveway by
I lost it when I speak from my mind, it's my brain
You don't need no drugs if you're the widest awake
I don't even want to be the one to say I told
strong in this fight man
I face these dark powers for you with this mic man, my mic stands
And the Lord said.
You know I love you
Why won't you love me?
Synonymous
With vulnerability
Add on the pressure
That skills in versatility
Is only felt
By those
Close to me
I know the flow
Is one of the best
Rapping my
Swoon units
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Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?
Swoon units
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I love it when I speak it so
kept face in bowl Pyrex
Never ungrip by mighty claw
Let the spirit speak I ain't gotta flex
Bloody face cus log saw rough
Bluff base snugged free like
town all the time and don't accuse you of nothing
Picture me creepin with a chick on tour
When you love my son as if it was yours
I know at times you
Miley Cyrus
That's a tear in my eye that I ain't cried
It's some paths to a milli homie, you ain't tried
I count ten by fives, I'm always halfway there
Uh, there
Turn my mic on so I can hear me a lil' bit
Nonstop on life, gon' survive
It's in our plan to survive
Sunlight and love in the sunshine
Maybe he's in love
I'd feel like a fool
Life can be so cruel
I don't know what to do
I've been there
With my heart out in my hand
But what
KRS-One stompin' once more
I play by ear, I love to steer
The Alfa Romeo from here to there
I grab the beer, but not in the ride
Cuz I'm not stupid, I
and I work for the poor
Now tomorrow you can say you saw
KRS-One stompin' once more
I play by ear, I love to steer
The Alfa Romeo from here to there
tomorrow you can say you saw
KRS-One stompin' once more
I play by ear, I love to steer
The Alfa Romeo from here to there
I grab the beer, but not in
a slut, What
Aiyyo, what's up with my girl that's my world?
She a slut ho
That's my life, that's my wife I love her
Uh-oh, oh no, oh God
Aiyyo,
all in your chest
Shawty speak up
Guess i’m done with you
Ain’t no need in loving you
You ain’t got no love in you
Moved on made a power move
She said
Ali, mix it ha ha ha, Lady G, Whaddup?
Ha ha ha, Bad Love, Whaddup? Ha ha ha, ha
I spaz out 'til I pass out
There’s clarity in my vulgarity
For
to the brothers
Smile, you little human, smile, for you're sane.
By the way, what's sanity? They don't care about it.
In fact, they worry about nothing. They
head in my Tommy boxers
But really though, she a silly ho
Cause you know the Fergenstein getting plenty dough
She don't get nothin' from a n****
head in my Tommy boxers
But really though, she a silly ho
Cause you know the Fergenstein getting plenty dough
She don't get nothin' from a nigga
jumpin' in the club like
Keep to yourself man
This my love life
How all this music in our genre doesnt rub right
But I aint judging who am I to say you cant
itch
Squirt so hard that your face twitch
Dare you to put my in my place bitch
You're my undercover freak girl
And you know I would never speak girl
Bout
I really don't know who love me
My life It's been hard
I'm trying to go far
I can't even smile
I'm fucked up
And starting to look ugly
I was that
you feel my pain through your ear
I don't wanna hear that beat if I can't speak on how I feel
My trigger finger itching got me busting in my crib
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