Lyrics:
You got me blinded from the first time that saw you girl
And last night you were beautiful, you were wonderful
My eyes were black
The lights were
Let me smoke a blunt right now and get in my zone
Akademiks said Freddie Gibbs got beat up by Jim Jones (word)
I'm not a big fan of his the streets
effects
We katch em slippin for all dat talkin on da internet
No I ain’t respond
Live by the gun so ima die bout that
I kno some Niggas say they real
a beautiful mind
So many girls I see are wild and fuckable
But I'm looking for my queen my Clair Huxtable
The black american dream, sounds so wonderful
Trackateering Music
Man, y'all did it with this one here, y'all
People love to use that quote
"I'm doin' it for the culture"
But what culture is that
sounds like a broken promise
Nat Geo with it way my niggas tote them lamas
I don’t even know shit
I just know that I’m Nostradamus
Niggas see me out in
Can't believe it…
I can't stop thinking ‘bout
The way that he looks
The way that he sounds
The way that he makes my heart pound!
It's so stupid…
right, they swing left
My whole heart's in my left chest
My best is left, my left is best
My guest just left, I guess I’m left
With thoughts that sound so
(that Grey Poupon)
But of course got a fly the Spur (where?)
To the hood and roll dice on side the curb
Now I know G-Bent may sound absurd (get your
(that Grey Poupon)
But of course got a fly the Spur (where?)
To the hood and roll dice on side the curb
Now I know G-Bent may sound absurd (get your
better hit the deck
Or get glock checked by the hard threats that bar
Jets from our sets hood so bad our neck of the woods
Were worse than terrorists that
old smokin' squares, and by thirteen smokin' water
By fourteen I was a busy boy in somebody daughter
Rockin' them black Stacy Adams and that fresh
on my Jack Jones
Take everything but that soul
At least you're still alive
I'm evil in disguise
This guy's like black Coke coca-Coca
Yeah i'm liking fat
niggas clowns
I flood the wave you bitches drown
I move Tons you move pounds
I got white you want the brown
That big K, make big sounds
AR bullets, them
I will return to prove to yall I can succeed
Donnel Jones at this moment this is where I wanna be
Original you can never call me a wanna me
That's
it is, East West all day
I go by the name of- ahh don't worry 'bout that
(All around the world) Come take a trip, ma
(All around the world) Come
There are beauty shop playas
Also intelligent clowns
Got they blue cuts with brown
Booty grinding the ground
It's the sound that's created when we
Get up
even three
Maybe even five gsp
Will get fucked up by mr bones jones
But bones jones would lose mr silva
But they would all get fucked up by bruce lee
But
pray, make it wonderful
The good and righteous sing their hymns
The crimpoline dresses who have no sins
Christians by day, killers in war
enemies (nah)
Watch niggas even if you play on the same team
You see how Jordan Poole got knocked out by Draymond Green
Ain't no bein' cool after that
your gung ho got'cha niggas by your side
And the topic of your every conversation's let's ride
But let's take 5 and then put that shit aside
But you
Girl you hit that left coast
Gone like a damn ghost
cnything to find that big city living
Where dreams come true
Baby that sounds like you
Guess
all day through
close my eyes all I see is you
yes I´ll stay here beside you stay
Stay by my side you`re the air that I breath tonight
all I want is
Gates
Derek Chauvin
People that drive slow in the fast lane
This list could go on forever so lets end it by simply saying
Literally everyone
Even you
Yes
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