Lyrics:
So we're tryin' to play our cards right,
But I ain't ever liked playin' by the rules,
I should probably take you home tonight,
But I don't know
“This is- Louis, thats Louis”
“Louis is my son”
“My Son?”
“My Son”
“Where do you work?”
“I don’t have work, I’m a area boys” (boys, boys, boys)
Mo ti
killer thing?"
"No you wouldn't
Besides you can't prove me"
"Videos, pictures, come on, Home movies?
Howard, I could take you down
And you know this"
"What
we're a bunch of pansies!"
Do you even know what that is anymore?
YOU PROVIDED A GODDAMN REASON!
STALKING EVERYONE FIXES NOTHING!
"Erm, that sentence is
can quote it
Lotta rappers buried underneath my house
They know what I'm 'bout, you ain't even know it
Overdosed on hocus-pocus, jibber-jabber
Snap
can quote it
Lotta rappers buried underneath my house
They know what I'm 'bout, you ain't even know it
Overdosed on hocus-pocus, jibber-jabber
Snap
of a pimp, it be in the DNA
To know what you thinking
I'm speaking to you like a psychic
Lil mama know she lovin it so don't try to fight it
I can make
I'm feeling more or less
A younger fresher version of me
Oh oh, won't you know
I'm getting better everyday
I'll try, I'll try, yea I'm trying my best
Uh huh
Jones
Dipset
Birdgang b*tch
You know what it is
When you see me two twelvin' you homie
You f**k n*ggas keep triple ninin', have some integrity
Politics and fake DJs, you know it's deceit
Payola ain't cheap
The real radio is the streets
Come on, DJ DJ what's the deal?
It's looking like I might
Have
A taste is enough
Should have left
I got what I wanted
But I don't blame you
We got lost
I know you felt it too
Caught in a plastic version of love
When
my soul I was searching
Looking in the mirror I don't know this person
Nowadays I'm trying to become a better version
Of me
The V I C
Very important
filled with greed
It's run by old men who don't know what I need
I'm getting older fast, I hope this anger lasts
So I can have the strength to keep
(We won't listen to the...)
Ghosts
Comin' out the radio
They tell us what we don't need to know
We won't listen to the
Ghosts
Comin' out the radio
They
Mandela did not fight enough
And what not, you know
So much misinformation man
But that's South Africa man
Mandela went to jail for twenty seven years
ti gbo o (Darey l need)
Its 4pm me and my friends are gonna get a call (Awon boys)
Ladies to side (Side)
Then you shake dem up (Efizi)
Now its by 5
If our love is trapped in all ways
I know that things been rough
But when you're by my side
It's more than enough, yeah
For us to make it through
ope eh eh,ti mo tin gbadura baba
Ope ope eh eh,ti mo tin bebe baba oh
But I know oh oh
God dey by my side oh
God dey by my side
Eh i know oh oh oh
God
there's no respect for the meek shit
I'm trying to get this cheese like a pizza that's deep dish
The sensitive shit you can keep it.. what I feel
all
black rugers
Baby mama wallin', true to the stash looters
You can ask around, know Push keep it the truest
You're looking at the American version
confession obsession
As you know the secret power start to show
And grow and grow and grow and grow
Up up, away we go
So turn up your radio
Up, up, away we go
Cruising down highway 405, 405
Driving radio high, radio high ooh
It's just you and me girl let's have some fun
Pack the backwood tight smoke it roll
rose gardens
Stench
Golden Dragon Temple
Sit still and try not to think about what you're missing out on
The delights of the old country beckon
But there
you know what it's like to feel like you don't belong
(What is the truth)
And, I'm not just talking about in a friend group
But to not belong on this
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