Everyday we party hard like there ain't no tomorrow
His mama told him not to go out in the rain eya-eya o
You gon need some gills, to not drown in my rhyme
Selling cane, getting brain, at the same damn time
In 1 , 2 , 3 blaw i will get your ass fucked and you know how
Not to mention, get your 3d glasses on, put it in the third dimension now
Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run
You do not want to get in a collision
No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys
Maybe his hopes were not in a slight able to come to life.
To be fought, not finding refuge in the ones they adore/
Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for
Not even in the colon, so he had to reopen the book of the woven
I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one
That's what i'm screamin when these money hungy cops be chasin
And not to mention it not only mean "being in a mansion"
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
You looking for tools to write and share lyrics online?
You're in luck! Get started using RapPad >