Lyrics:
and stop bitching (shut up)
Just hold his ching and stop bitching
It's easy like one-two-three, in the Five, no Jackson
Jump out cars and a mad ting, mad
Cameron shit, guess just stop by
After football practice
I'll just be here paying off
The mortgage and taxes
Which is it, Jesse? Katsopolis or Cochran?
Con
Ever since the H bomb dropped
The jail cell locked
The boy just popped
I could not love my ex so I said just stop
Future looks bleak
I'm coming up
a foreign only race
Stop buying by the 8th
Bout a p
N made 3k
They see you making money
If you don't share
They love to hate
Can't even fill the space
If
to be due a lot sooner then projected
Told him
Stop with the Madness
As my faces filled with sadness
He due three months before his due date
I'm like nah
me
Shoes and my shirt and my hat made by LV
Vacuum sealing up the pack cause it's smelly
Roll another one up outta the LB
We be talking country grammar
in veins, I got real hits
They wanna see me my spread my wings and defy gravity
300lbs up in the air and now the feds on me
Shit ain't phasing me, but
you're wham or not, talk bad and you might get rocked
Bro got a bird, but the clocks won't stop, new young gs out on the block by the shop
Fill up them
boots
When it comes to graduation, he's number one
An expert with a rifal and also a gun
Three weeks on the beat and his weak nerves crack
And fires four
boots
When it comes to graduation, he's number one
An expert with a rifal and also a gun
Three weeks on the beat and his weak nerves crack
And fires four
My raps igniting it’s frightening how kids are biting bars
Recite my writing got these lame kids inviting scars
Despite the light they’re trying
Yeah
Uh
Twenty more seconds till that new year hits
And I've been grinding for like twenty two seasons
Plenty thrills on this sinking ship
But I
and pale
A colour you bought at a junkie's yard sale
Stop your cryin', stop your cryin'
Well I'm lazy now-the summer crazy farm is all I own with...
My
keep a tinny for survival
When the five-o, roll by in the one-three-five I blast my rivals
One-Twenty K, down the motorway
Speeding ticket from these
him in a hearse
Free LB, gotta hold that bird
Hate getting get stopped by fed
More time I forgot what I had in my pocket
If he gets close then pop it,
and pale
A colour you bought at a junkie's yard sale
Stop your cryin', stop your cryin'
Well I'm lazy now-the summer crazy farm is all I own with...
Three, four
Chk uhh
Chk uhh
I'm the W-i, double-l-i-am
Linkin' up with the Primo, do it (do it)
He's the T-to-the-a-to-the-b-oh-oh
right next to thee
Yeah, LB Confusion is on the mic
I'm givin props won't stop with the shit you like
So skip the trip, and spend the night
Cause
You don't know me.
You know you never will.
Can't see inside me, lost out on the thrill
Killed by ambition,
Sacrificed for fame.
One more time, one last
by the dropkicks
You know the thrill, yes it's Park Hill
Yo we hit 'em with the hot grits
On the go, check the flow, saying Wu don't rock shit
Stop
by the dropkicks
You know the thrill, yes it's Park Hill
Yo we hit 'em with the hot grits
On the go, check the flow, saying Wu don't rock shit
Stop
and feelings written in my bones
Time moves on, but I can't let you go, won't let you go
I'm a ghost town, left behind after the gold rush
After the thrill of it
fuckin' with the hen dog, so toss out the sauce hot
Put my shit on three wheels, for thrills
I hit a corner and make sure my drink don't spill, that's
years ago, but sat with the truth
And brought the wave to the UK like I planned in my youth
See, me and LB don't stop for nothin', we plan us a move
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