Youngstar lyrics
Youngstar lyrics
"Knocking pictures off the wall Lyrics"
knocking pictures off the wall
chorus: ridden on ( e ) sipping on a daily basis crept your hotspot on your
block and make faces thangs slammin open spaces looking good standing tall b9
yo block knocking pictures off the wall
verse: man i come around yo block turning heads and riding slow with a pocket
full of money but i gots to get mo stain in grain my body slang as i swoop
from lain to lain to be 10 without a bain like a piece without a chain jock
me knock me that kind of stuff don't stop me said wanna be a balla got the
world wanna watch me don't hate just wait for me to skate down your street
falled out smokin sweet with benjamin franklys on my feet ball fade hit them
with shade never afros and braids we tank a can of raid cause out roaches
getting sprayed not cappin just real and still making player choices turning
heads trojan horses here my name in different voices juiced up and tow down
on my flip making my rounds smellin like a pine drippin fence to paint the
time making wait how i play leaning hard let your dow popped up hulling bows
matchyflow and starchy clothes
chorus : ridden on ( e ) sipping on a daily basis crept yo hot spot on yo
block and make faces thangs slamming open spaces looking good standing tall
b9 yo block knocking pictures off the wall , ridden on ( e ) sippin on a
daily basis crept yo hot spot on yo block and make faces thangs slamin open
spaces looking good standing tall b9 yo block knocking pictures off the wall
verse 2: for a ball in forita flippin le
The Scaffold Lyrics
[Music by WagnerSchroederGruning, lyrics by Wagner] No one could have known that you would end in this way You gotta face it, it's the end This world knows no right, they wouldn't see what is truth They won't believe you're not to blame No one can say - what's coming your way And there ain't no way out They're all looking down No one makes no sound Why must it end all
xis 2 seta rasping nightly on the [Music by WagnerSchroederGruning, lyrics by Wagner] No one could have known that you would end in this way You gotta face it, it's the end This world knows no right, they wouldn't see what is truth They won't believe you're not to blame No one can say - what's coming your way And there ain't no way out They're all looking down No one makes no sound Why must it end all
feata with a girl senurita and some long haired italian piece and chain
madalyn my currency increase i'm droppid 50 on the galleon i gots to come
throwed but they all sound told pimp slappin false watch my currency unfold
i'm blinking ridin lone 7 days at the creek flex tainted on my arm
hieroglyphics langing creek never braid never close flying coase to coase on
a plane sippin drank eating scramble eggs and toast tinky day my padre bor
lexes for my madre red bubble in smoking switzchers on the high way parking
on the sand jumping up out of the van visintine aroung my neck diamonds
glicning on my hand watch i spend heads on my cranberry red remote control
vcr stretch bourbons for bed double stretch limousine twanky and visintine i
Everred Lyrics
Everred, the downfall of your soul, when passion and faith burn down to zero A destination beyond the realm of no truth, and whatever you approach The dream is over, so fond of vanity See the light of the end, in a universe of scars and wounds Within living memory, just confinement in red A mindframe victimised by sin when fiction is real in a hall of mi
live my life up on a hustle could it all be a dream exotic beaches and Everred, the downfall of your soul, when passion and faith burn down to zero A destination beyond the realm of no truth, and whatever you approach The dream is over, so fond of vanity See the light of the end, in a universe of scars and wounds Within living memory, just confinement in red A mindframe victimised by sin when fiction is real in a hall of mi
pieces white tigers on leashes being shame on the way to the lake look at
those rolexs increases and this game on the mission light it up expedition
you ain't gotta be all in my face i blind you hoes from a distance chandlers
in my den blowin smoke in the wind you can catch me on 600 or my big bout it
benze( what )
chorus : ridden on ( e ) sipping on a daily basis crept yo hot spot on yo
block and make faces thangs slamming open spaces looking good standing tall
b9 yo block knocking pictures off the wall , ridden on ( e ) sippin on a
daily basis crept yo hot spot on yo block and make faces thangs slamin open
spaces looking good standing tall b9 yo block knocking pictures off the wall