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  • Omega Crosby – Till We Gone lyrics

    [Chorus]
    We hot, you cold, whats wrong
    I just got the feelin we on
    I’ma keep it lit till we gone
    Till we gone

    We hot, you cold, whats wrong
    I just got the feelin we on
    I’ma keep it lit till we gone
    Till we gone, We hot

    [Verse 1]
    In the MGM on my deathrow shit
    MC Hammer but I don’t wanna go broke shit
    I’ve seen it all like I lived twice
    Fingers thru the sunroof, Thug Life

    Hollywood, Paparazi’s straight star struck
    I got bitches waitin on me like the mail truck
    Its the land of the free but we feel cuffed
    Loyal to the game even when it feel rough

    Modesto California, i live it by the second
    Everyone want the 411 no, april eleven
    All i want is the bread like a toaster
    Life ain’t fair but its full of rollercoasters

    How we gon make it through if yo brain on quit
    How you burnin my desire if that flame ain’t lit
    How we gon make it even if that cake don’t split
    Gotta put it all together if that piece don’t fit

    [Chorus]
    We hot, you cold, whats wrong
    I just got the feelin we on
    I’ma keep it lit till we gone
    Till we gone

    We hot, you cold, whats wrong
    I just got the feelin we on
    I’ma keep it lit till we gone
    Till we gone, We hot

    [Verse 2]
    Life ain’t no vaycay but them hoes gon trip
    New faces new places its the same old shit
    I got an uncle in county, I got a cousin in state
    Rest in peace Real but which one of us fake

    I hear more talk then cell phones
    I’ma count this paper like my nails long
    My name could be right and I’m still wrong
    I keep my Jesus piece till all the sin is gone

    I got attitude like I’m Ruthless
    I’m in that oldschool like I’m youthless
    You ain’t even know how this shit ends
    I stay in these bitches heads like split ends

    My nigga Mak got a Tec, my nigga Tek gotta Mac
    All the cases and fees they ain’t neva comin back
    Modo two oh, nine, yea I put on like jeezy
    This ones for them young ones who know livin life ain’t easy

    [Chorus]
    We hot, you cold, whats wrong
    I just got the feelin we on
    I’ma keep it lit till we gone
    Till we gone

    We hot, you cold, whats wrong
    I just got the feelin we on
    I’ma keep it lit till we gone
    Till we gone, We hot


  • PeeWee Longway – Jumanji

    [Hook: PeeWee & Young Thug]
    50 some bands on my juice
    Spikes on top of Jimmy Choos
    So fresh that I made the news
    Made a million in the trap, dealin’ fool
    20 bands in my locker at school
    Me and Longway too cool for you fools
    MPA, YSL what it do?
    We don’t play fair or play by your rules
    I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
    With a bad bitch smokin’ on fruit
    I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
    In the foreign whip, pullin up, juice
    I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
    We the shit, Thug Life my clique
    I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
    I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice

    [Verse 1: PeeWee & Young Thug]
    I got the boots, I got a coupe
    I got no roof
    I got a boo, she got a boo with way bigger boobs
    Longway and Thugger
    We switcharoo bitches and we like to fuck em’ by the two
    Jumanji, Jumanji, Giuseppe Zanotti
    The leprechaun bitches move
    I walk in the club and I dap it
    My coupe is all filled with gadgets
    Get way too much green like a salad
    Wrap it and ship it the package
    Young nigga’s trappin’ and rappin’
    I got the pints stacked up in my cabinet
    Young rich nigga live lavish
    I [?] for the kids
    I’m spending a hundred bands, just to fuck up my kidneys
    Sneaking, geeking on the molly, know she feelin’
    I got the juice, pull up Actavis too with your bitch
    Rollin’ up the good fruit
    Sippin’ and spillin’, pour 8 in the deuce
    Lean, lean, lean
    I’m Uncle Phil for the week
    I got Pints only for me
    Smokin’ on g
    Tell uncle Snoop what It do, it is too plain to see
    Long way lil bitch check my Feng Shui
    I got the juice in the booth, we can turn the fuck up any day

    [Hook: PeeWee & Young Thug]
    50 some bands on my juice
    Spikes on top of Jimmy Choos
    So fresh that I made the news
    Made a million in the trap, dealin’ fool
    20 bands in my locker at school
    Me and Longway too cool for you fools
    MPA, YSL what it do?
    We don’t play fair or play by your rules
    I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
    With a bad bitch smokin’ on fruit
    I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
    In the foreign whip, pullin up, juice
    I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
    We the shit, Thug Life my clique
    I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
    I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice

    [Verse 2]
    How the fuck I can’t afford
    My molly white like a tourist
    Her booty fatter than Norbit
    I told your bitch that she was gorgeous
    Just a little something to do when I get bored
    Might pull up, get head in the Porsche
    Light the fuck up leave the bitches, no torch
    Hundred bricks stuffed in the Honda Accord
    Hundred grand inside my pockets, San-Tan molly
    Imma make your bitch snort it
    Peewee Longway, the Blue M&M
    Made a million dollar dealin’, food
    My style is safari, she [?] my body
    And put spikes on top of my Jimmy Choo’s
    Got spikes on my Louie Vuitton’s
    My diamonds they hit it and fight like a hadouken
    That pussy so wet, I think she got shot in the coochie with the uzi
    Young Thugga and Longway I don’t fuck with dude’s, playin’ with choppers making breaking news
    No doctor prescription but we got the juice
    Colossal livin’, Double R Peekaboo

    [Hook: PeeWee & Young Thug]
    50 some bands on my juice
    Spikes on top of Jimmy Choos
    So fresh that I made the news
    Made a million in the trap, dealin’ fool
    20 bands in my locker at school
    Me and Longway too cool for you fools
    MPA, YSL what it do?
    We don’t play fair or play by your rules
    I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
    With a bad bitch smokin’ on fruit
    I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
    In the foreign whip, pullin up, juice
    I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
    We the shit, Thug Life my clique
    I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
    I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice