Asteria E

No time to Mr. Play It, just let your Lines ring. 'Cause in the long we all gonna lose some Things. 'Cause I'm the kind of nigga spending on The A. A conversation 'cause on that No time to Mr. Play It, just let your lines ring. In the long run we all gonna lose some Things. 'Cause I'm the kind of nigga on the A. Can't have a conversation 'cause I'm on that lean. So if you asking what swinging. If you want it though, it's gonna be some Things. One, two, three hundred bricks and a C. Got fifty nines with the beamers on the Texas Cheese. All I ever needed, was all I ever Wanted. Just grind like a kitty, And go with the gunning. See Texas on my mind, two four point five Ain't shit. I see y'all as a market on A motherfucking hit. 'Cause I'm sick, and I'm a prick, And I'm fucking savage. I been shooting my pistol all damn day and Still I have to manage. My nigga gets a lick, shoot my mother's eye. He stuck with jugging coke, he better not even Try run. No time to, no Time to Mr. Play It. Just let your lines ring, 'cause in the long Run we. No time no time to Mr. Play It. Just let your lines ring, 'cause in the long run we. One, two, hundred bricks and through C. Got fifty Nines with the Beamers on the Texas cheese. Two, Three Hundred Bricks And blowing through a C. Fifty nines with the beamers the Texas cheese.