Lyrics:
and raised
And doomed for life, nigga this ain't no daylight
I love it, murderin muthafuckas in the night
Deuced up ready to make his mark a underground
for life, nigga this ain't no daylight
I love it, murderin muthafuckas in the night
A Doomsta ready to make his mark an underground target
Hooked up
creature and Christchurch I have saved,
From being an old town that is a boring place to be.
Shaking up this city really fills me with such glee
He's
Becky Lynch hit 1,000
Nowadays I ain't even counting
Tim shut down the whole show
Oh that's that Class of 3000
Beat my enemies by any means just like I'm
More than Rock and Roll, this is boulders down hills
My wordplay is ill, I'ma hold it down for real
Yo, you chilly with your spills, I need sweaters
down, put your bong down, put the blunt down
And listen up now
Hit 'em with a sick shit, just like the misfits
Kottonmouth and cypress hill, always
fills
Up with fumes and roaring engines and
Blurred movement it's chaos
And at the center of it all is
Meek, by this time completely awake
And in his
this songs is gonna tell me ??
Hey, I've been bustin'
And fizz knuckin' bitches
It tizz nothin' for years puffin'
I've been clutchin' riches from his
cool down, blow
Pull up to your big ass crib like Hello?
Nobody here? Y'all ready to go?
I got division like Mansa Musa
Can fuck your bitch like
the road
He went on down the road
And I came upon a little house
A little house upon a hill
And I entered through, and the curtain hissed
Into
the road
He went on down the road
And I came upon a little house
A little house upon a hill
And I entered through, and the curtain hissed
Into
out shrimp
I pull up clean I get out limp i walk like
I talk like bi, bitch get chere
Best playa on my team when I ball women cheer
And they love
to who?
By the way homie what's gangsta to you?
(Money, dope and alcohol and plenty bitches all up on your dick)
I got that
How can C-Bo be wrong?
How can
He's not supposed to fight back, he's supposed to have thick skin
He's supposed to lay down and die when his door is kicked in
He's the neighborhood
Enchantment
In this grand lands
In your palms you hold
The secrets untold
The flowers reborn
Gowns on the hills
In me
In you
In us
In the sky up above
Know
I sp-sp-sp-spit out shrimp
I pull up clean I get out limp
I walk like pl-pl-player
I talk like bi-bitch get here
Best player on my team when, I
I sp-sp-sp-spit out shrimp
I pull up clean I get out limp
I walk like pl-pl-player
I talk like bi-bitch get here
Best player on my team when, I
You nearly done there or what?
She gon' help me up
Oh come now this aint the hill to die on
It's the only one
Yeah What's goin on? it's John Levi
the Hill, never ran, never will
Attitude, like, fuck you still, I see you missing the point
This is not a rap song, you get clapped on
Bullets break
señorita
WhatsApp only I'm overseas
I'm in Beverley Hills I might phone Genita
I came here to change the game
But as time went by the game made me change
both ways like she a fucking nun chunk
Boy I want the smoke so I pull up like ay bitch what up
Getting to the bag since the fucking sun up
This ain't no
can't take this torture no more, I can't
I can't watch this
Pay the bills, station break
Break it down!
Operators are standing by-cubic zirconium
calls himself "wicked"
No rest, no peace, no sleep
Doughboy rolling down the hill cause it's so steep
Jackson, lemme figure out the name
Jack cause
of the hill
Where my shadow grow
On top of the hill
Where I walk alone
This way I'm trying to make it
Woman at my doorstep naked
Staring down at the river
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