Lyrics:
underground way
Now 10 years later
there's a lot more player haters
But the love is overwhelming
Let me put it this way
Ima baller punk pimp; I'm a rollin'
This is a story (yeah)
About two lovers who shouldn't have been (yeah)
They did their thing (yeah)
Went their separate ways again (yeah)
Then by
This is a story (yeah)
About two lovers who shouldn't have been (yeah)
They did their thing (yeah)
Went their separate ways again (yeah)
Then by
Aight, new drink
One part Alizé, one part Cristal
Thug's Passion, baby
Y'all know what time it is
This drink is guaranteed to get the pussy wet
a new bitch and she foreign
In love with the way that I taste it
Different flavors, got it by the cases
In love with myself, I’m not sorry
Prolly pulling
on his breath, inheriting the drama better than
A great white, nigga this is life in my aquarium
(Don't get it fucked up)
Been away from home
Been
hanging by a slender thread of hope
Now it's closing time again, she turns her collar to the wind
Goes running in the rain to a friend on the way back
nigga
My loud is Kush we don't hang with Millers
Ion't fuck with lames Ion't hang with Killers
Ordained by the Black Mob
Give a different strokes
face
I said okay yeah I see you full of games
You got me mesmerized by your ways
All I wanna do is stare at your beautiful hair
Got me a Fanny pack
by like years
Till now on the stroke of midnight
Cold on the stroke of midnight
The tip of her finger touched it
The trigger at least was hers
through the day
Then look for me by the moonlight
Watch for me by the moonlight
I'll come to thee by the moonlight, though hell should bar the way"
He rose
the transient
Transport homes for the transient
And then I found where the old pervert conducts his business
Leave it be, leave it be
Yellow teeth, yellow eyes,
coming up for air
So you can leave your nose at home
You might wanna rent a blowhole
(That's how it goes in the land of no nose)
Let me bait my rap
ain't no empathy
I'm blowin' up again, want it in a fast way
Other niggas wash like tide, gain, and cascade
If they put me on the song then it's gotta be
boss
Got flavor, be your own boss Be your own boss, be your own boss
Quick to forget and shit is simple and plain
Get to killin' it while others get
babe
In and out I go
I'ma stroke it slow
Don't tell me no
Whoa
Now whats up baby thinking bout you,
All day in a nasty passionate way,
I'm
the processional
By Any Means, track 8
Ok, here we go!
Wait, you didn't get the memo? Didn't hear it?
This whole verse I've been talking to your spirit
A little too
the processional
By Any Means, track 8
Ok, here we go!
Wait, you didn't get the memo? Didn't hear it?
This whole verse I've been talking to your spirit
A little too
from heat coming from the kitchen stove
Hungry counting change I was all alone
Now my crib is huge did it on my own
Got a two car garage got it on my own
into my pocket, then I flee the scene
It's like that
If you take my advice
You'll be killed by what'cha don't know
But the other saying that I like so
Now everybody's tryna roll up
cnd I'm just tryna kick my feet up
Standing in this line
I'm tryna find my way to free lunch
Probably sit by Freida
Now everybody's tryna roll up
cnd I'm just tryna kick my feet up
Standing in this line
I'm tryna find my way to free lunch
Probably sit by Freida
nigga never had
Showed me What is good and bad made me happy when am sad
Became my new home When I Stopped - living with Mom and Dad
The Street, it taught
Blinded by the glare of the cold streetlights
A car drives past, its window coated with ice
I ask if they have one buck, two maybe three
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