Lights on the pier in the evening The fresh sea air and could cut with a knife Such a wonderful feeling She worked in a pub where bands would appear On a
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the devil got me thinking 'bout them ill moves Every damn kid on the street, they got something to prove Push a bullet through my heart, why not? That's a
luck now Mi squeeze seven and the whole a dem a duck now (This a survival story) Wi have whole heap a extra clip cau we nuh bruk now (True ghetto story
mashin' out In a brand new drop top flyin' ***, listenin' to the wind blow *** automatic weapon When they step up *** hit with a *** Everybody tryna get a *** with a
's up Gangsta and a gentleman, dawg I got class, I'ma send a bunch a roses to your men in tha morgue I'll be down south bendin' a whore, pretendin' I
I'm Pee like distinct urine in your staircase Nigga, from me stay the most distant, you outta place Grime rhyme, my story too foul for prime time So I don't give a
dead niggas gone rap In the heart of a victim murda is monumental I don't complicate shit, yeah I keep it simple My bullet wounds will tell you a story
that booty bouncing up and down Now I switch that do, cause I'm off that dro And I make it do round and round Send a bitch a crown, and a bitch a vest
bouncing up and down Now I switch that do, cause I'm off that dro And I make it do round and round Send a bitch a crown, and a bitch a vest So wet
source is alive You forgot the words of your creator And now he's made you a perpertrator Forever in a world of you and a girl A few grams in a pipe
move [Royce Da 5'9"] I'm a walking target I'm so far from soft, I'm probably close to the hardest nigga you ever saw, been never thug, never had a problem
, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh This is Detroit, see the skyline A commotion on the assembly line Raise a glass to the ambassador As she's moving you to the dance
m the man, nigga, when I come through dressing rooms Had the goose ready, renting cream and a bag of shrooms And a nice suite, room service every five minutes I need a
fantasize a squeezing Zoneing, thinkin' about case I grab the foam in Blaze off, one to your dome, your left moanin... [killah priest] I take a walk
a Lexus Truck With a white leather interior (I could) I could kill off some bears and dogs and shit Just to make you a fur coat I could love you and
like a motherfucking Newport Left his ass with more holes than a golf course What you thought boy, I'm from that 9th Ward Where them stories are true
