hides them all in bright stones this one for the scream waking from the nightmare this one for the hands won't stop burning all my colors won't stop burning
I rather be in Saint Tropez and packin bag With bitches dat speak French, how you say, catch a cab I dont trip Euros, I dont trip Pounds Im balling ball
burn me (they burn meee!) To the first degree; me son, they hurt me! (they hurt meee!) I looked out for them motherfuckers, they burn me! (they burn
sustained the flurry Hide in the fury, but the ways of a broad don't mean you've died out of my life, I'm hurt, burn me baby, tie down. And child hood
bitches who act pussy And love to hustle wit niggas and stash coke up in they pussy After all of that I wanted ones The way my nigga was talkin so next trip
on the grind and decree By any degree, feelin' the burn, the family saying they love me Is that what I see? Is that what is? After everything nothing
night, The heart stroke ridden weather, the barren empty sights. No oasis here to see, the sand is singing deathless words to me. Can't you help me as I'm startin' to burn
a gloc, devils get shot nappy-headed, no-dreded look where ya read it buck the devil, buck the devil, look who said it listen what I say after 1995 not
: (feat. Teyana Taylor, CyHi Da Prince) [Teyana Taylor - Chorus] Christmas in Harlem right after autumn falls soaking it all in then we go hit the mall
darkest Of your furthest reaches All your dreams, splintered off Leech by leech on this catafalque Anyone will tell you, yes anyone Chance had me setting a trip
and be nobody else! Jungle Brothers, De La, they gave me little light. In Top, Three Feet, Buddy, that was aiiight. One year later, the Tribe was initiated
, I'm winnin Hoes lookin' inside, and they just to grinnin Waitin' to choose, while the rest wait to pay y'all dues Don't trip I keep my hoes in two [
its still death after life it dont discourage me, I ain't got nuthin to lose but some punks that probably never turn the money to burn but I learn cuz
piece of that ... booty Intentional rape system, like we ain't Payed enough in this bitch, that's why I dissed them I learned we earned, got no concern Instead we burned
boys, waiting trying to catch me slipping I ain't tripping, grain ain't the only thing that I'm gripping Boys jacking with these tow trucks, thinking they slick But take a trip
Dont Remember The Haitian Nigga With The Guitar That Sang "Gone In November" I Do A Buck 40 In The Rain, Hydro Plainin' Lamborghini Diablo, Candy-Painted Got That Hydro Burnin', Got The Burner