Illa Ghee

Illa Ghee - Go all night lyrics

rate me

Illa oprah captivating clack already the counquer

Ebonics made of sofa, crack rock a jaboka

Clappin binnie honor, fuck Rihanna on the sofa

I will cover ain't subordon wanna post it, now you are warned

Hood dress ain't kind of western, look like dres alike

Dress like everyone's sculpted his honor

Fake upon on the stand, we are fused on falling

About the beast, don't you hear all of it?

Oh yea, oh yea

See you're tired up, on the foody of getting all mad

All the time love

Just feel you're tired up, on the foody of getting all mad

I'm the beauty you're searching all night

Let's go

And if we always we have got this flow,

Talk humbles on the reflow, bound with a cancel

Push mingle upon all that gat, I'm standing tracked a hooker

Push it I'll be say calling as your brother Illa

I can shook your favor with gangster

I can not calk your favor with bled boss

Now what we had to do be preaparing this

Never got this, think of nice

(See you're tired up, on the foody of getting all mad)

(See you're tired up, on the foody of getting all mad)

Right back, with the target nigga mama right

Come drogs and women groping in the pomy yards

Call nigga go over essay spay,speed an eight for me

Broke disease like it been an aids

Flow tightened in the Africa, bring about action

Won't punch you, practice this in waves

Well you ah, of my suffer goal bitch nigga back the action

Or let me catch you when you've heard my function

(See you're tired up, on the foody of getting all mad)

(See you're tired up, on the foody of getting all mad)

If i was Bruce Lee, would I have been making all the goods in this life

(I am not Bruce Lee)

Sure I'm trying to kill me a cop, they call me Illa shaper horris

Illa with the Toris, Illa clapping nigga left the body behind the forest

Picking with american women, whose skin is flow less

The rapper horror put the hands of the Chick Norris

Bring me your the one good, get your granny in the slap

You'll be the victim of the eleven test, I move back

(See you're tired up, on the foody of getting all mad)

yea, electry, electry

(See you're tired up, on the foody of getting all mad)

Leave me

Come on, let's go, let's go

Illa Ghee is here

Illa Ghee to come.

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