Lyrics:
This is why my heart on froze
Everybody come and they go
Stab me in the back i should have known
You a suspect
Motherfucking suspect
Suspect
Suspect
style, no one could compete)
Serpents will bite
Lay outside, and then they roll back into they holes
They slither, in the streets of Brooklyn, New York
wonder
Out in Uganda
shisha with Rhonda
I made it by myself so you can just wonda
I'm sitting in the back in my free runners
My mind Runin my bars they
don't talk back stab back its emotionless
Staring into blue into until I drown in abyss give a kiss to my world lil mistress
Ian fuckin with nobody else I
Young rich nigga
I'm chasing the backends
I hit from the back
She like how
I'm beating her back in
I got the pounds in the back
You know I stay
real friendly
Then they stab you in the back when you not looking , Damn
As a cause and effect I resurrect
From ashes now born as a fucking threat
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The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon blowing a bugle
And leading
brought to you
By Xerox in four parts without commercial interruptions
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon blowing a bugle
And leading
left, right , left
Then a roundhouse kick
Nigga make some room back up back up
Bout to get right up in this bitch
Big ed the (assassin) watch me get my
To Train a Dragon
If a nigga try me like a ho
Then I'ma stab him
Put the yellow tape around
A nigga: Steve Madden
Stomp a nigga out until
My shoes lose
yeah yeah, I'm back nigga I'm back, look
I wish there was no fire in hell, I wish that Bobby Schmurda was outta jail
I wish that I could fuck Malia
Todd, a big fan"
I wiped, crumbled it up in a wad and threw it back and
Told him, "Todd, you're the shi-" when's all of this crap end?
Can't pump my
name's Todd, a big fan"
I wiped my ass with it, crumbled it up in a wad and threw it back and
Told him, "Todd, you're the shit" when's all of this crap
and thunder
15 hours’ll come back in November
By then I’ll know how to prep for 3 straight Winters
At the end of it all, you’ll psych out and be winner
I’ll
It's the dance of the dead give no chance stab ya leg
It's the dance of the dead dance of the dead
It's the dance of the dead yeah the dance of the dead
out of you, i blow your back out
I black out, its too much for an old soul like me
I may be young, but after all not my psyche
Im likely to die by my
BELIEVE IN YOU
Lyrics by Inez Drews & Steve Wellington
Composition by Steve Wellington © 20/10/2017
Havavision Records 2018 ℗
Performer - Inez
BELIEVE IN YOU
Lyrics by Inez Drews & Steve Wellington
Composition by Steve Wellington © 20/10/2017
Havavision Records 2018 ℗
Performer - Inez
must be the worst day of my life
And it's true 'cos all I wanna do is be by your side (My life)
See yesterday I called her back
The day before I
fuckin' paper route
Throwin' bombs at day care centers and yell "Everybody get out"
My girl beat my ass and shot me in the back with a 2-piece
'Cause she
Days go by heart get colder
Soldiers cry too as the pain get closer
Sorry I lied I should've just told ya
In school I use to write long live Steve
the +weight+ like I'm +Oprah's son+
Uhhh, I show you how to do this son
Young don't mess wit chicks in Burberry paddings
Fake Manolo boots straight from Steve
ain't alike
Don't compare me to Steve's corps
Sacrificed myself just to bring
My stuff to this platform
In the presence of pure evil we surface this
to know if you run the streets
Come in peace or leave in pieces
Even Jesus was killed by the polices
They crucified him now they inject us with juice
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