Lyrics:
came home too
Ain't no limit to this s*** 'cause now his dream's comin' tru
I'ma keep ridin' with Bun 'cause UGK will never stop
And I'ma stand up for
go run up on, kids for leathers
What drug? Faculties bubble keys for G's
Cream flow like seven seas, hit chicks Guyanese
Word up, hold your head
They love it when I talk my shit again
Pastor Tigallo rap game Benny Hinn
I wanna be chill but can't afford to be still
I need a refill greens,
divorce
Your crib ain't no fuckin resort
Scenery coming by choice ain't no sonning the boy
I'm still slide with every feature on factory wheels
Donnie
em because they wack shit
Need a allaby for tomorrow I hit my white bitch
She just wanna fuck wit a robba let’s do some white shit
Couple homies mamas
shrouds
Of blue and white and red
Are you ready to bleed
For the colors that won't run?
Are you ready to show the world
Imperialism can be fun?
My flag!
because I know you've been waitin'
Still writin' in his diary, the 2nd entry
My mama said, "Can you give her 3 dollars for a 5 dollar book of food stamps
said, "I fear you're drowning me"
"Lie still, lie still, my baby dear, don't work your mother woe
Your father's high on high horseback, he cares not for
J Hus, young daily rated hustla Baby
AuhAuhAuh oh My
Bad B, I make her hold my beater
Body looking like a brick of cociena
Yo, half white, half
on my back
Blowing up my jack
Wat the fuck
Like a crusty who's fiendin
Looking for crack
For crack
If she wasn't with gang
She'd be on her last
I'm on my
join gangs every day
'Cause they wanna be accepted, but at home they too neglected
Meanwhile, white America quick to call him a thug
But all he ever
joined co-workers for drinks. Get drunk, shoved down pizza or fries, go home, give my fast asleep husband a hug and wake up again. Rinse repeat.
Being in
late, now you're loved by another
Hope he treats you better than I ever did cause
Baby I'm a cheater
I deserve to be alone still looking in the mirror
the Esse wit the black knights just got stoned
And then he fell to the ground
Plus, his homie's ain't around so he better get a beat down
It's not a jack
The magic is black
Backyard happy and fertile
For Kasso the acid king of the black circle
Same year Bowie dropped, two horns hatched and matured
It's not a place we can call home
They're looking at me through the door
I know
This happened to me once before
They dont
Understand where we come from
No snakes in the grass it gotta get mowed
She doing that white ain't talking no snow
They ask for loan how much do ya owe
Niggas get hot and they think
still in Cali but I been home
Big ass rocks around my neck I call em Wilma Flintstones
...I gave em my confessions like usher knees on the alter
Niggas
the hype, for the truth I am seeking
And you can call me crazy cause I got my eyes open
But just wonder by yourself where the crack from your people smoking
Looking for my better half but only for the night (One night)
You could be forever love but only for the night
I tell them this a whole mood this a vibe
chillin', loungin' at the crib, check it out now)
The, the mic is open, yo
For the Stretch Armstrong show, hosted by Bobbito
How should I start this?
seats to get some new drip
VOA's the only place that takes my two cents
Grew old with trap, so I got poppy with it
Praise or tease me, still looking up
RAP BATTLE! NORMAN BATES!
VS jACK TORRENCE!
BEGIN!
Norman Bates (Fel)
(Ehem) Would you mind not throwing
A fit in my business
With that grimace you
looking for love in all of the above
Believing videos, trying to back up all on a thug
Who wanna put it in her, withdraw like a citi card
But now she shake
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