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ashes to ashes - napoleon da legend & giallo point lyrics

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*transcribing
[verse 1]
kind of solver. the ball from baltimore to portmore snow storms in brooklyn. i break out the snowboard, spank you 120 times like four quarter. every shot at the buzzer, push numbers on the scoreboard. i get pressed like defense, four chord. get them all caught. she need a mass follow apart, like poor pork ultra inch stink. i come at him with full force record. then, i take my corner store walk shakes grilling like paul wall, storm waller care, that small let the gym likes the long. rocky
got my own products for a while. shows arе so crowded, my private life didn’t want to know about
it got him so еxcited. rumors say, i’m close, try it. i make my cake, and then i’m ghosts like, i’m outside
i’m so conscious when i’m poking on a pocahontas
you worrying about catching pokemon snow. comment
y’all sound so robotic. y’all don’t want no smoke. stop it
i’m selling out merch catching me at the post office moment of challenge. i’m the pilot and the coke palette
get profiling, cause all my bars so valid
i can rock a show ballot. i don’t need a cold shot. i can push my legs, don’t know it, no mileage
and get a popping without the coke habit
on tour. hop on a play with no baggage

[chorus]
ashes to ashes to dust to dust

whenever you be worshiping god. you trust you’re crazy that bad f*ck with us. whatever you be worshiping god, you trust, you’re crazy to be thinking

[verse 2]
gotta foul mind 360 from the five line. keep my body alkaline. keep my time blind
shake stalking that police, talking it to professional, the most successful, at least talkative
i don’t like the chit chat, much cause, wasting time with your means. i wouldn’t get that much
took this show on the road. we had to rent that bus
every time life kick. my ass had to get back up
and i did just that, and that’s just facts
i don’t promote violence when i rock black on black
i just black on tracks to get back on track
never slack. i’m a snap. put a stack on that
strap. a boom baptized me how i do that
shoot me right
lay flat, like allocated ass f*ck isis. i think i bring al qaeda back
that’s treasonist. they gonna call me trade after that
wison up through the years? i’m walking on it straight up. no attacks, pay me cash, flush f*ck, stacey, dasher. yes, i’m in my bag. dance assassinated. that. but the sun’s still alive. and i gotta make a mad beat. the stash sh*t jumping up, like john waller
where’s it got him worshiping? pole, like sean paul, smashes the ashes and just the dutch
[chorus]
no crazy to be n*ggas. whatever you be worshiping, attach your truck. i’m crazy to be done. i’m crazy to be thinking, whatever you be worshiping. trust the craziness to be thinking

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