Lyrics:
you back
Soon as I get home
Oh, you're not just some random guy
I can't let this moment pass me by (no)
I gotta do what I gotta do
Take
i think i'll take a bite
Plus 185 i'm about to lay a dime
I woke up the next day and seen they lost by 5
Now i'm losin' my mind losin' bets all
Who you're hurting
Oh no no no no
But I
She don't care for love
She don't care for that love
She just wants to live
In that fancy lifestyle
Life
died screaming
Trayvon Martin, we gotta get even
My name's Lil B, no, I'm not a boy
I'm just a Black man, my name is George Floyd
I live this Black
all of my
Friends eventually become shooters
And niggas bangin' on you is something
That you'll get used to
You can either fight back or run
Home
never divide
It's more hate than it's love when I'm home
Real shit, I rather just be alone
I get nervous whenever I hear my phone
I never know which one
Am I gonna live till next week?
Will I get shot by a dope fiend,
Tryin to get high, tryin to steal my ring
I really can't say, cause I don't know
se acorta
We will die tomorrow, let's just live
Quiere que llegue
Quiere que vaya
Quiere que me escape con ella pa' la playa
Está pensando
Lo que
up
Road by me on the corner, I'm a hold my nuts up
Its finna fuck you wit' dat
But if you a sewer skank let me hit dat
'cause I'm Violent J, ain't even
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
your daddy sing.
Then baby goes home to her flat
to sleep all day.
Good night, baby.
Good night. Milkman's on his way.
Sleep tight, oh, my baby.
You
To it
.....
I Told Her I Didnt Total It
Didnt Think Youd Notice It
Get Out My Mind Jump In My Car
Im On That Billy Ocean Shit
Its Like No Verd I Like
the Eastside of Long Beach, that's 2-1 Street
See we, live and die by the gun and the knife
And I, high as a kite, corrallin through the night
Ha ha, stackin'
Well if youre hearing this then listen closely
Go get the phantom power tell them boys to get to know me
I crank my pre up and get higher when i re
in the cage
Come like you was home for couple of days
Most of my bros still stuck in their ways
My man slipped, so we stuck him like tape
Four
The Backup
- by Joel Douek -
Did you backup everything? Your work, your files?
Don’t we always have contingencies for this, and for that?
Photos
(Did he just hang up on us)
(Did you just hang up on us Joel?)
(I think he did)
Hey
Damn Shawty
Girl I never see you round anymore baby you know how
Family
Pearl Cadillac on D's and Vogues, flip flops, T-shirts and Dickies
It's the return of Billy Ocean, Cuervo is my drink
Stank, stank means you got
opposite of us then
Causing our moods to change when you're near
When you are close by, we get enraged with fear
Which is something else you can't bare
right here in my bedroom, yeah! Say yeah!"
Know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna get one of those tracheotomies
So I can smoke two cigarettes at the same
(Boy)
You're gonna give me thunder
You're gonna destroy all I built
You're gonna pull me under
But I can live with guilt
I'm gonna have your
'cause that time is coming for me
Like a stranger on the road
I left my thoughts at home and the new ones about to arrive
are already saying me I'm going
see through buildings.
All the shattered lives,
and all them so-called battered wives.
And everybody's hypnotized by the dancing light.
T.V. set makin'
the fuck y'all niggas on
I ain't got time for what the fuck y'all niggas on
My cup full of henny I'm in the zone
I'm a be drunk by the time y'all niggas home
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