Lyrics:
you
Somebody gone discover this
Do right keep my covenant
Watch who you running with
Cause they a relay intel on y'all
Four by one to the government
I
Close mind I can feel the summertime creeping up getting old like its 09, I know that you want to Call me up, baby I can call your bluff don't be
fucked by me now before your skin is old
Plus your ass gets crooked too
So lay down on the fuckin floor so I can get a better look at you
Obey the master
You and me on the road
With my brand new old mercedes benz
You were standing by me
I was sitting on the front of the car
Waiting
Waiting for
breath, he had pride in his backbone
Said i'm just an old man with his life in a shopping cart
This dog is my family and i sleep in the park
But i wasn't
a home down by a pond.
I'd make you a good mate - I love to cook.
I'll tell it all in my new book.
On old Cape Cod, it blows a gale.
I'll be Jonah. You be
When I was young and seventeen
I left to find an age-old dream
It is true every boy will know
One day he'll leave his mamma's home
And I broke my
of death death death. As if we are doomed sucked and being smoked from far beyond by a dead star a black hole an endless appetite that swallows our light
Ending up with holes through the chest
Through the head, through the gut it shows
The future for us young shooters and old killers
Who become rich
Someone found me a letter you wrote me on the radio
And they told the world just how you felt
It must have fallen out of a hole in your old brown
you say oh man, slow you down like a slow jam
Leave you walking like an old man
I've got the formula, the formula to be destroying ya
Bullet holes all
peep hole downtown
Got damn it boys this is everything we need
We got a job to do here, and if we do it right it's the last one
It's too much money
you say oh man, slow you down like a slow jam
Leave you walking like an old man
I've got the formula, the formula to be destroying ya
Bullet holes all
Grrah hunnid bands can't change me
Too real, see through the envy
She a virgin, hittin' it gently
She want the Louis Vuitton or the Fendi
Big gun, hit him
four them
By the tower
Knew some old hеad niggas that bought 'em
Long story short, shit transformed
Now it's awesomе
He up flossin', made a pie out
by the time I got back
Had a couple fresh twenties burnin' holes in my pockets
I threw em in the closet in an old shoebox
It didn't have much in
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