Immobilarity
Raekwon lyrics
Raekwon lyrics
"Power Lyrics"
Feel Fine Lyrics
I can feel fine ochi yoseru namini tadayotte motto zutto kono mamade kaze kanjite itai yaketsuku asphalt to hashiri ruke kaigan touri ni kuruma tome sagasu kimi no saafu boudo
[Raekwon]
Take it off, sho' 'nough kid
Take it off
We gon' take it from the East to the West
to the North to the South
Show y'all what it's about
Don't make me throw no gun in your mouth
You know?
How long is your CREAM? This long?
Eh yo, his belt got karats in it
Swift description, E-320 nigga pitchin
Rock a raw dinosaur chain, hang to his thing
It's like, he pump isolated, still cashin
Niggas in the hood hate him, drew a vase of him
Blaze 'em, he actin like Shallah raisin him
This is hydrogen, son ain't live as him
He like Maguyver, chin 4 spies with him
Roll relentless, desert that he hold is a gift wish
Shash the list, give his miss dick
Technique, operation: tech scream
Bet CREAM, them alligators jet like a vet swing
Nigga like Nicolas Cage with the gauge in your braids
2 cannons that
Suck this drunk alcohol dick
Fuck y'all niggas with hits
We bout to shit on y'all shit
[Triflyn]
Y'all brothas wanna call us out?
Name names, otherwise it'd be the best to shut the fuck up
Get pimp-smacked up, jacked up and macked up
You're scared and froze of bein exposed
I own Harlem, I bone Harlem, call me the mayor
It's my borough, you don't want no problems
I'm on now
I ride the top, you glide the bottom
Pitfall, 5 foot 9, my dick, balls
Shit y'all, leave flat line to stick your's
We flip off basic and brace it
8 kills, 47 ways to taste it
Never understand what you never been told
You did your book bitin off of my scrolls
We hit man, Colombo, coats and hats to match
Bust off quick, and then, guns go back
[Superb]
I move like Art
I can feel fine ochi yoseru namini tadayotte motto zutto kono mamade kaze kanjite itai yaketsuku asphalt to hashiri ruke kaigan touri ni kuruma tome sagasu kimi no saafu boudo
[Raekwon]
Take it off, sho' 'nough kid
Take it off
We gon' take it from the East to the West
to the North to the South
Show y'all what it's about
Don't make me throw no gun in your mouth
You know?
How long is your CREAM? This long?
Eh yo, his belt got karats in it
Swift description, E-320 nigga pitchin
Rock a raw dinosaur chain, hang to his thing
It's like, he pump isolated, still cashin
The Message Lyrics
Wolves devour The full moon heart Screams bloodless howls And starves for the dawn As teeth and Jaw Sink in like needles There's no love
in CREAMWolves devour The full moon heart Screams bloodless howls And starves for the dawn As teeth and Jaw Sink in like needles There's no love
Niggas in the hood hate him, drew a vase of him
Blaze 'em, he actin like Shallah raisin him
This is hydrogen, son ain't live as him
He like Maguyver, chin 4 spies with him
Roll relentless, desert that he hold is a gift wish
Shash the list, give his miss dick
Technique, operation: tech scream
Bet CREAM, them alligators jet like a vet swing
Nigga like Nicolas Cage with the gauge in your braids
2 cannons that
Superstar Lyrics
She left Arizona like her father had before She took a bus cause she hated planes She prayed the trip would ease her pain And lead to open doors She landed out in Nashville and she taught hersel
'll spray, rockin banana suedeShe left Arizona like her father had before She took a bus cause she hated planes She prayed the trip would ease her pain And lead to open doors She landed out in Nashville and she taught hersel
Suck this drunk alcohol dick
Fuck y'all niggas with hits
We bout to shit on y'all shit
[Triflyn]
Y'all brothas wanna call us out?
Name names, otherwise it'd be the best to shut the fuck up
Get pimp-smacked up, jacked up and macked up
You're scared and froze of bein exposed
I own Harlem, I bone Harlem, call me the mayor
It's my borough, you don't want no problems
I'm on now
Too Many People (pons - Rinehart) Lyrics
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I ride the top, you glide the bottom
Pitfall, 5 foot 9, my dick, balls
Shit y'all, leave flat line to stick your's
We flip off basic and brace it
8 kills, 47 ways to taste it
Never understand what you never been told
You did your book bitin off of my scrolls
We hit man, Colombo, coats and hats to match
Bust off quick, and then, guns go back
[Superb]
I move like Art