Lyrics:
bars come hard like solid titanium
Stars from mars or fancy cars
There's bigger worlds than that that is stuck inside in my cranium
I pack out
[Intro: Heather B]
Yeah hah.
For all the sessions, all the cyphers
All my niggaz all my broads with the lighters
That's for Jersey I hope you
the rack like I'm playing tennis
But i just feel like a winner. My heads spinning like a fidget spinner, that doesn't mean that imma eat yo body for dinner
the brothers in the party|To find a hottie|And dance body to body|Step one: first you grab honey by the waist|Step two: then you move at a ghetto pace|Step
[Intro]
Open your mind
Close your eyes
And enter PsyKosiS
It's been a little while, I hope that you're doing fine
I know that while I was away
if you need that
Hard, soft, X pills, or the weed sac, believe that
It's Macc Music
Use it, but don't abuse it
Pistol on me, niggas try me I'm
was terror, he warmed it up
Parrish and Erick cat lyrics that'll make ya turn it up
And I was in the cut, chillin' in my drop-top Benz
with
Intro:~
Verse 1:
Rainy days having one day now
Feeling alone and so left out
Nothing abnormal. used to it by now
Show me how brother, Where art
me
Pity the man that stands in my way
I'm a nightmare, even in the day
I'd be wise with which words you say
'Cause they could be the last breath
(yeah)
I live by the word until I die by your sword
Even when I'm dead my head will live inside your RCA cords
I wait for the right time, but it
Don't Give Up
Words by: By Shirley Carpenter, Michael G. Ronstadt, Rick Denzien, Serenity Fisher
Music By: Shirley Carpenter, Rick Denzien
Intro
find one more witness
Maybe two more witnesses
For my Lord yea yea
Drop that heavy bag
On that cross yea yea
Living water I ain't tryna flame broil yea
the sulfur
Lift your eyes and see
The horizon bring
Pistols on the wings
Of a righteous king
Silence rings
He lifts his head
By his army
turns and says,
nigga fastforward, mash for it
Used to have the pistol in my Jansport
Crash course on a real G, like twelve
Just starting to delve in the streets myself
That four letter word, that I can't say yet
That four letter word, uh
That four letter word, that I can't say yet
That four letter word, uh
I can't
I hold still
Hop inda Benz
Rap with my crew
Hate life
Give a fuck about who ?
Ice cold cocktails by the pool
I'm exposing you
I mean that shit like
lonesome I don't need no fucking friends
You fuck with the wrong ones and that shit get to ya head
Sexy by my lonesome, I won't never need a bitch
You
some motherfucking shit happen, man
It's your boy Yung Joc, you know, Block Entertainment
And my motherfucking nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Ay, Trae,
some motherfucking shit happen, man
It's your boy Yung Joc, you know, Block Entertainment
And my motherfucking nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Ay, Trae,
some motherfucking shit happen, man
It's your boy Yung Joc, you know, Block Entertainment
And my motherfucking nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Ay, Trae,
Bought a new prepaid 'cause my plug said nigga it's back on
This a celebration bitch, my nigga Buck back home
My nigga yoho wordsmith had that ho
to pay my dues by showing and proving, a proven statement
Who's debating? That's hating. Blatant. I'm used to waiting
But, I'm about to black out, I'm too
[Intro - Chamillionaire - talking]
(All around the world), yeah
(All around the world), yeah
(All around the world), uh
(This goes out to girls all
it's a tumor
They ain't even tryna' buy that we cryin' goobye
We got dying to do, dude, the design's ruthless
One-two, one-two
I done read books by
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