Lyrics:
dancers voice crooked
scattered amidst blue fields of firey bliss tricks (?)
Where disease applicant activist rattlers, fascinate brave child
Where
dancers voice crooked
scattered amidst blue fields of firey bliss tricks (?)
Where disease applicant activist rattlers, fascinate brave child
Where
a officer just call me a sarge
Mashing up the country and also abroad
Plan to go to America when I get a visa card
But gettin' a visa card nowadays isn't
a child and mother
There's a bond that you defiled
You called it love, love has no trade
In the nightmares of a child
Does your mirror say you're special?
think about Keyshia,
Shorty stay fly that's why I keep her,
Round like the reefer, brown Mona Lisa,
She good if I leave her she got her own visa,
Think
a Visa card
But gettin' a Visa card nowadays isn't hard
So, keep your ears glued, now, listen to every chord
Tokyo city's one place that we toured
Four
a sleeping problem
All my CDs gold but the Visa darker
Bastard child but I got a fleet of cars
Double-M G this little thing of ours
Take it to the door,
trick a little, but never bless no skeezers
Plus when I rip, I laminate my dick like Visa's
Quick to jump it off, on the beaches, the bleachers
seatah
Pussy nigga bye Felicia
Dem really waa tek mi seat dawg
Tink dem coulda
I pray to di fadah I pray to di sky
Say lord when I'm oldah
Cum fo yo child
own visa,
Think about them when you about frontin'
Think about stuntin' when you think about me,
I'm the boss Bentley or the Porsche,
Overseas, see
late night roamin'
Party 'til your money was gone
A smiling Mona Lisa, loaded up your visa
And took a bartender home
I said, stand up if you
From the first in hell, a child let out a cry
Some say cause we in hell 'till we die
What if that death is no sign of Mohamed
No sign of visa
somewhere we'll be safe
Close your purse, I got my Visa on me
Pick out whatever, it ain't shit but money
Turn you to my honey
Take off my (saboteur?),
trick a little, but never bless no skeezers
Plus when I rip, I laminate my dick like Visa's
Quick to jump it off, on the beaches, the bleachers
Chicago oh
I go give you visa ah ah ..... Give you visa aah
I go give you visa ah ah ..... Give you visa aah
Wou wou oh
Your big beautiful nyash dey cure me
I've been away longer than before
Scared I don't drop my 'R's anymore
Cause I want to be understood where I am
Though my visa states I am an alien
I
but still so indirect
I only show you respect and much love like my runaway child
I found it funny, this was done with a smile
I ain't cuttin' you down
Yeah, yah yeah
Ha, yeah
Yeah, ha yeah
Tell me now
Shoulda told me sumn
Yeah, cold heart, I might hurt you in the worst way
Child of God, I'ma test
a thoughtful Father I wasn't expecting this one from you
A miracle Visa
From a thoughtful Father I wasn't expecting this one from you
A miracle Child
From
they fly ur guy no visa
Na wash
Buy me dimi child
Na wash
But you can call me lisa
Na wash
All the big boy on my dm
Na wash
I they form guy me I nor sent
come around me, ain't got the time B na' (Straight up)
Watch me do the Randy, touchdown
Knew how much I get, think La Flame the golden child
Ridin'
come around me, ain't got the time B na' (Straight up)
Watch me do the Randy, touchdown
Knew how much I get, think La Flame the golden child
Ridin'
the tile, right down the fucking isle
Music was my only friend, ever since I was a child
I make niggas frown, just to give myself a smile
Mother was my
late night roamin'
Party 'til your money was gone
A smiling Mona Lisa, loaded up your visa
And took a bartender home
I said, stand up if you
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