Lyrics:
the engine, head by the transmission
And I be right where I am mista
Me and my damn pistol
Me and my girlfriend
In this world alone, so bring it on
And umma
I press play on Ghostface
J Cole and drake, trippie DaBaby and tame,
all the to the weed place,
I just wanna be faced,
Listening to Blueface,
Tryna
straight when im talking
Im determined by nature
My species is in danger
Lyrical ability no longer seems to be a major asset
The aspect of rap that made me
just save the tears
For when I'm by myself in my head
I never guessed I would've lost myself
But tonight, it's okay, we're just fine
And this whiskey
Neyam
This for Marlon all of the brothers
I'm not talking bout the wayens
Save the talking for the press conference
This is the weigh in
And the way I
[Sticky] And now I wanna battle!
[Sonsee] Word up
And this ain't melody, melody
So don't sing it, bring it!!
[Sticky] Let's throw down
[Fredro Starr]
Aiyyo
soul
It's stretched at and torn
My soul
Is bleeding and worn
My soul
Must be reborn
Yeah we back and we never leaving again
This once was mine
Don't act
Now I wanna be where you are
We've got a headstart for happiness, for our part
Guess we must be kissed by this force I feel inside
Now I'm not gonna
another place I don't know
But I have to take
Well, these pleasing sights
Are my brief respite
But now is the time
You must fight the good fight
In my
Knock your head off your shoulders give a fuck where it land
Nigga sleeping on young Cyco must be off of them xans
Chopper hold a hundred that bitch sound
You know what this is
This that chill back, vibe out music
Sing to em
We doing all this talking
When we could just slide out
What's good with it?
you talking all of that, your head be what I fucking dome
This bitch told me man up, I ain't want to shit but look
Your shit be so standard it seems
Into our lungs
Eradicates our chances
Catastrophic weather
Un-rested seas, our future in toil
How can this be?
Hunted by natures beasts
high mileage
If you ain't talking money
You ain't speaking my language
And all this shit that I got going on
How do I manage?
Head to toe I put you in
at it dog, whoo!
Now what goes up, must come down (shiiett)
But we ain't coming down, it be them same ole' clowns
Aiming your pound pretending they
at it dog, whoo!
Now what goes up, must come down (shiiett)
But we ain't coming down, it be them same ole' clowns
Aiming your pound pretending they
don't really wanna bust
I see you and your crew, nigga, in the club
You tuck in your chains, you must be some sissies, cuh
Do you wanna go to war,
that
It?s a tangled web
It?s a tangled web I'm weaving
It?s a tangled web
Hello again, I must be leaving, come on
they're talking ?bout revolution
a swim!
Oh, it's so hot, wouldn't that be lovely!
I don't have a swimming costume!
(after approval from WARD)
Oh, okay!
I'm coming!
(By this time,
the same, we no be the Same
We keep it popping and popping we Are up and
You are not in this game, We talking Money my nigger
Are bigger than all of your
Thanks for landing on my album
Dylan land y, this is volume 1
The second part is also out now, i'm talking from 2022
Back 4 years in a song
brine
Let the sand slide down your hand that's a nice sign
Time to a man is a ride he must abide by
Cant get a look in it seems you mistook him
What you
going they stay on the run
My fingers be itchin' I'm loading de gun
Game is just starting I'm having my fun
Swat they be raidin' they come by surprise
be dreaming
So jiggly, so soft
Goddamn it I wanna break you off
So hot you gon' melt
Eat you all up by myself
Girl I can't wait to unwrap ya
It's
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