Lyrics:
photoshop we make
Insecurity but police no dey investigate
This was supposed to be democracy, but it gat the more crazy
Government of the people, by
a fix?
Pre-game lobby, bitch, it ain't the match
Eat, gain sorry bitch, I do the math
Beatbox, energize, tappin' the hands
Niche guys finish like run it
St. Elizabeth hospital
Youngstown, Ohio
Home to official murderers
Bible verses tatted
A sickness
Anonymous bullets shot through homes, police
dont get a pass
Devil had machete
On my momma pregnant belly
Tryna shred me like spaghetti
But like dinner I came hot and ready
Ready to serve
Love is
to spare
We going crazy and we don't care
Police fraid we can't interfere
We paint it on Frederick street
We mashing up piece by piece
We ready to release
Smith-Jones
Formed what would later become one of the highest grossing international touring acts in history
At 6 AM, o6 was fun
Singing Britney songs all
What? No?
Oh no
Oh no
Oh no
Oh my god
I missed the start
I never cared about your heartfelt emotions
Well, anyway!
Oh my
The police came by
Down
Take me down a backroad
That's what she said to my face
So I started my four by four
And off in the night we raced
Into the sunset, we weren't drunk
spiked
I'm here to fight by your side on the streets
I'm tired of them being bullied, killed, raped
in repeat
Now you don't have to fuck with me
But give
Deep in the town of Dinglydell
There's a man by the name of Bill Wimblybee
Across the street is Nanci, it's the woman of his fancy
She spells her
misused
If truth ain't perceived, this a lesson on boug
Was he framed by the game and the felons for views
If name drops explain what I'm telling to you
dick
First time, man, he called the police cuz we had beef with his crew
Bitch, fuck twelve, six times two
And the second time I fucked his boo
Third
bugging, these are allergies
I know Biden got the vote by default
Because every time Trump opened up his mouth to talk [stop]
I won't even mention
the morning
But I ain't even at my mom's
Crib, somewhere else waking up yawning
Mind's whirling
From last night got high as a
Trying to get by with
Our little
[Chorus X2]
Less one, just might lose breath
Read me, my right's I've left
Less one, just might lose breath
[Verse 1]
A routine stop, that's what he
Police pulled a gun on meI was only Seventeen
But I could have been that man
Some folks believe the lies
They're fooled by the disguise
No need to hide
przecież czeka tutaj
Teraz w chu mord
Słyszę ich głośne uśmiechy
Dopisuje humor
Widzę upiory i demony
Nie police tu zmor
Jest ich za dużo
Otoczyli mnie z
the song police
They can tell you what you're gonna hear - again
For the sake of the left behind
We all sing Gloria
Soon forgotten by time
So unlikely
If the mirror lies then who can you trust
The painting on the wall is so full of torture
Indigo, yellow, ultra-violet, paint by numbers, count with
shirt is on the ground while he's tackled by police
And the parcel that he throws across the bridge into the creek
It'll flow towards the sea, it will
shirt is on the ground while he's tackled by police
And the parcel that he throws across the bridge into the creek
It'll flow towards the sea, it will
rummaged were found guilty by the police
So won't you sell them the key?
What's your asking price tonight?
Locked in, locked out
Credit, debit, private
they catch on they bitch on
The position to get pissed on, there no Kelly here so no pissin' on
He pissed off them police by driving too slowly
the feds
(Damn, he police)
Matter fact, this song a act (Uh, huh)
I ain't said a known fact (For real)
Tell the truth
Every lyric that I said was all cap
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