Lyrics:
*Liffy Stokes*
the stress of everyday living is slowly corrupting my soul
Im 2 months out the joint on papers walking with 3 years parole
I did 4
[Liffy Stokes]
the stress of everyday living is slowly corrupting my soul
Im 2 months out the joint on papers walking with 3 years parole
I did 4
nothing back
You should feel the impact, shop on plastic
When the sky's the limit and them haters can't get past that
Watch me as I gas that 4 dot 6
Do you know what it's like
With four kids and a wife
Your name up in lights
Gotta a spine full of knives
Some homies up in prison
Gotta send a Kyte
swear to god
I’m in Vegas tryna get you for a night
But you don’t reply
So Why I try
Because Yo vibes be life
You the one that I come to
You my come
Twenty four hours by your side
I don't know if I can take it
I've been dreaming bout leaving in a spaceship
Imagination, no
She so bad she never basic, no
on these Twitter spaces
When it's powered by Uranium you light up Vegas
I seen a lot faces paying down on the payments
A down to earth dude I don't care bout
nothing back
You should feel the impact, shop on plastic
When the sky's the limit and them haters can't get past that
Watch me as I gas that 4 dot 6
Alamo with the A, Ron Stud!
And my man Ep Rock
X, kick the flavor for me on this one
'Cause we gettin' ready to be out of here in a, sec
Wild, New
Yeap, yeap okay, okay
Yeap, yeap okay, okay, okay
I double cup my lean
While I penetratin' your ho
Shorty Im twice as raw as you seen
By far
150 wildin' (uh huh)
Headin' out to City Island
I see this shorty with the pretty smile and (uh huh)
Pushing a Prelude 'Hey you', diamond stud up in
of fear and loathing heart attack
I got chased by the rat pack once in a flashback. Singing viva Las Vegas.
I settled down in San Diego and smoked
to fold my beard
Check one, two, Sonny, tell Bob to dim the lights up
You see the studs, I want the red strobe to hit it right
Stones are screaming, hot
by my homie but I (Can't make it)
If it was non-existent I would die (Stay with me)
I don't want to ever let it go (A quickie)
Beat it down like I'm
And we neva got no room for no haters
When we pull up on them 24 omegas
While I'm smoking on a gar seeing Vega
You by my side we be on one when we
of single studs one by ten
A purple chassis
Six wheels and a feather hat
Six tyres
Two big
Four smaller ones
A few connectors
A face and legs
Twelve pieces
Yeah
I like it when the girls stop by in the summer
Do you remember? Do you remember?
When we met that summer?
New Kids On The Block had
wired like Codeine, these days
A brother gotta admire from four fiends away
My pain wish it was quick to see, from selling 'Caine
'Til brains was fried
My Ireland, you are the National Stud
My Ireland you are
Four Green Fields and a clover
Transgender
Other
Othered
He
She
Non-defined
Unexplained
Yet
I Found love for Cali
But this is Vegas's best
And fam say it don't get violent out west
But we fighting them corporate giants & snake shit
Four words
Yeah
I like it when the girls stop by in the summer
Do you remember? Do you remember?
When we met that summer?
New Kids On The Block had
One, two, three, four
And the walls come crashing down
I'll always come back for more
Whenever I come around
One, two, three, four
And the walls come
I go by the name of Kel Mitchell!
And this is TeamBackPack! Let's go!
Yo, I'm so '96, back and on my grimy shit
Nigga get -whoever they'll sign me
praise Him
Vegas I be mandalay'in
Bad bitch condom tastin, 4
5 compilation, never give em conversation
Never give 'em my safe's combination
While I'm
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