Lyrics:
your right
And your crew hat's off
Smirnoff whackin shots, vacant lot parking lots
Sour with the scritorillo, nigga I don't care to be
Seat nigga
of state spots
Any nigga make it hot, get found in vacant lot
You don't really wanna come try, the one guy
Who stay dumb high from blunt lye
The rack
like the one I've got
Big rip the twat
In the basement of weed spots (Uh, huh)
Even vacant lots
Bitches know the steez on the P-U-S-S-Y
You suggest I
I was taken by surprise by the thunder
Sit and stared out at the rain
Taken back, I was younger
In a vacant lot day
And the fall brought
down this glass
It'd take all the booze in the world
To forget you
You've left my heart a vacant lot
I'll fill it with another shot
And yes, I guess
That he's got
His heart is filled with sadness
And his soul is like some
Ugly vacant lot.
Mary Estelle Hanna
Came out from Louisiana
For the sun
a vacant lot
The one in the summer where we used to smoke pot
I guess I didn't mean it
But man, you shoulda seen it
His flesh explode
Slow motion see me let
to grow up
So I matured to a V10
I'm in a vacant lot doin' donuts
There go my ego, leggo my Eggo
Never sip syrup, shout my nigga Scoobie
Y'all don't
Killer, uhh, Prease, uhh, Vacant Lot, Diplomat, uhh
Killer, family nigga, yo, uhh, Killer, uhh, yo yo yo...
(verse one) {:28}
Where i'm from kids get it
in granddaddy's chair
It's difficult to go on
Knowing you're out there somwhere
Vacant parking lots across the street
Remind me I'm going nowhere
ain't no more
Taste the broken hearts
In the vacant lots
See the fruit that rots on the trees
Try to turn my head
Leave it all for dead
But it's
sweet mobil home in his truck headlights
But except for a cedar deck and cinder blocks
All I saw was a vacant lot
So I'm drivin' around, all over
bigga'
The same thing that make me grab my tec and empty quicker
Adrenaline rush, on the hush
You will die fuckin' wit' us
Vacant lot is my home and In
be that place I get the guns from
Vacant lots be the route that we used to run from
Thirty-second precinct until Jackie caught the dum-dum
It's hot
to a vacant lot, dare you to act up
So strap up, 'cause I know you don't like me
But just know you won't get a chance to fight me
Loon, All Out
There's a marching band still playing in that vacant lot
Where she held me in her arms one time and said, "Forget me not"
Senor, senor, I can see that
Leningrad
Raising a crowd from a vacant lot's like, like how
Raising a brow on the face of god right? Right now
And I love it a life with no regret
No
You're dangerous 'cause you're honest
You're dangerous, you don't know what you want
Well you left my heart empty as a vacant lot
For any spirit
is filled with sadness
And his soul is like some ugly vacant lot
Mary Estelle Hanna
Came out from Louisiana for the sun
A deal gone bad in Dallas
Left
the t.v. to my lips, the air so packed with cash
then carry it up flights of stairs and drop it in the vacant lot
To lose my train of thought and fall
the T.V. to my lips, the air so packed with cash
Then carry it up flights of stairs and drop it in the vacant lot
To lose my train of thought and fall into
packed with cash
Then carry it up flights of stairs and drop it in the vacant lot
To lose my train of thought and fall into your arms' tracks
And watch
Underfed and depressed
Vacant lot
Where a prison stood
God knows you never would
Lie to yourself
But you do every time
Made a life of deception
in vacant lots
Traded any semblance of consistency to play the odds
Not even a baby doll to change his gauze
Not even a hideaway to hide up in
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