Lyrics:
Out of range, never running out of game
Lotta chains, came with a lot of pain
Not a day goes by I ain't got a jay
Spending change, where that
tight whips
Chromed out (*edited*) out tokens'll right this
That frozen alley had my lip on some mad (*edited*)
'Cause we stack chips, had us grove
your touch of precious thrill
Your fingers dance across my skin
Reaching out for the pride of man
We're hand in hand, we're flesh in flesh
We're
your touch of precious thrill
Your fingers dance across my skin
Reaching out for the pride of man
We're hand in hand, we're flesh in flesh
We're
a G
Out the Dirty Southside, of H T-X
In a throwback drop, or a four do' Lex
With a throw away Glock
When a nigga got plex
I'm fresh off the block,
got these niggas wildin' out (wild)
Rockstar, open up the circle, make a moshpit (moshpit)
Swervin' on the Perkys made me car sick (car sick)
left of me’s melodies written on paper.
That’s what it feels like when I peel right,
Out my drive way on the highway.
95 pace, get out my way, get out
ya fucking head bang
Bang
It Out
If You don't know my name
Then
Get out
Doctor Eugene
Doctor Eugene
Releasing all the steam
Eugene is Phony as hell
Jar full of shine
Arm out the window with a jar full of shine
(Redneck Rave shit)
Arm out the window with a jar full of shine
(yeah)
Arm out
Yeah
Everybody, from the back to the front
Go all out, put ya hands up
Get the fuck up out ya seat, stand up
If you really fucking with it, I need
the petals off wild flower patches,
Magic happens!
Behold, pity the lowlife parish.
Doom City barracks left remorse coursed on a horse-drawn carriage by
clearer
I won't let my life pass me by
Stop feelin' sorry for myself
Fish are biting, I'll throw out my line
I've got to love somebody today
I've got
when you see them hundred smokes squirrel
Candied out while you spit yo' last on the pearl
The Don Daada, I'm hotta than holly watta
Wish I was your
And he's gone with the wind
Dead wrong, a song with a spin and a grin
Out of style
With the blow out the mild mannered smile
Like a foul wild Spaniard
Yo I was sold to a sick European by a rich African battlin'
Middle Passages, I can't go back again
Battlin' years of denyin' history, lies
day by day
We don't take shit from anyone
'Cause we ain't done
We're still young
We're still young
We're still young
We could fly out to Ibiza
like a fucking wild gator
Silver and black Ghost, nigga that's Al Davis
Give me Left Eye back, take Fetty Wap and the Raiders
The Rams is back, them
watch this!)
Kali baby, I guess I'm back at it again
Lemme laugh at 'em again
Cause they know I write the back out of a pen
Holy moly get going nobody
be by your side
So tell my parents that I won't be gone too long
I'll be on my way to find where I belong
'Cause the wild in me is calling out so
for power
I was a little nigga
Couldn't stay out late I was sour
So I sat by the window, heard the DJ cut
Impeach the Pres, Apache, and just begun
of the time I was insane
And so I wrote it when I was loaded
And voted the least likely to turn out like a square
I singing it for your mind and no
I
of the time I was insane
And so I wrote it when I was loaded
And voted the least likely to turn out like a square
I'm singing it for your mind and no
I'm
comes from she don't know
[Chorus:]
She's a child of the wild blue yonder
Flying out of here
She's a child of the wild blue yonder
Born in
still a guy
When you see a priceless French painting
I see drunk, naked girls
You think that riding a wild bull sounds crazy
And I'd like to give it
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