Lyrics:
Ch-chea
It's Tave Getem
Pussy
Yeah white give u power thousands by the hour
Off white tan hard or u can get some powder
I'm talking white power
matter where you are tonight
Woah, woah, woah
Brighter than a shooting star
Shine no matter where you are
A thousand heartbeats beat in time
It makes this
you tight
So long ago
I won't be coming home tonight
My generation will put it right
We're not just making promises
That we know we'll never
Forever
Im not like these other niggas tryna shoot their shot
But you know that you just my type
I need a Queen by my side cause at the end
Somehow, it finds it's way to Mexico
I know my junkies still got hockey flow
Whiter than some Colgate, make your left
Wrist rotate, you the dopeman,
dance through the absurdity
Don't freak out I haven't gone insane
I've just improved my attitude and elevated my brain
Aligned my spirit with a thousand
to see
Paranoia kicking in, show you crazy for free
House of a thousand corpses, call me Rob Zombie
Machetes and hammers will fold you like origami
Clown
run off, hide out, get they mama whacked
Them chopper bullets, baby hellcat so you can't dodge that
All hoes like my new watch, bitches skeleton
Went
in a human is forced to break
By the means of an addiction or death by the hand of State
So if you teach me how to play guitar, I'll try to make
Yeah Yeah
I told them I'm floating by
Told them got too many shows tonight
Being cool be way too cold to cry
Might as well try
To make it to the top
you tight
So long ago
I won't be coming home tonight
My generation will put it right
We're not just making promises
That we know we'll never
Down wit o p p
Yeah you know me
Good morning the money callin' before I finish my coffee
Hello
You know I a I answer that
Flame the track make it
madness
As I held you tight
So long ago
I won't be coming home tonight
(sha sha)
My generation will put it right
(sha sha)
We're not just making
I must have dreamed a thousand dreams
Been haunted by a million screams
But I can hear the marching feet
They're moving into the street
Now, did you
Roll up to the scene, I know I’m looking mean
Diamond on my wrists ears I watch you watch it gleam
Oh no rather obscene, the way you eyeing me
Your
You look me in the eye some way
I know you'll be mine some day
I don't walk my feet just sway
You say Imma die this way
You look me in the eye some
right
These six petals will unfold the Black Rain on that ass
[Anybody Killa]
With my Lotus
We can make you all believe
That it's time for the pod
Real musical talent is practising for hours a day until your fingers ache
Not being sonically hypnotised by the noises your computer makes
You claim you
draw, end up in a wheelchair rammed by your dog
[Chorus - Fabolous (Paul Cain)]
Why wouldn't this joint make you want to dance?
Why wouldn't these
impale [?]|Over seas never sought my man|Don't attempt to trail my trail yet, you can't understand|Twenty thousand words all abound, oh|You still want
Oh, oh my darling
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
The artist pays the price
So you won't have to pay
If only we would listen
To what they have to say
Oh, oh my darling
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
The artist pays the price
So you won't have to pay
If only we would listen
To what they have to say
really means.
To live by words, if scripture is roots,
and the wise hold they tongue when the youth speak the truth.
You learn real quick, where I'm from
Meanwhile, whole of your block just bitching
So it don't make sense
Selling them party drugs
Why'd you think that I'm up, four AM
Link my shqipe for
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