Lyrics:
nothing really -- I, uh,
j-j-ust to um, just to p-pass through good Sir knight.
ALL HEADS: I'm afraid not!
ROBIN: Ah. W-well, actually I am a Knight
by a bald man
In a blue jumpsuit
With a super yacht
On route to the moon
We are the ones
Putting fuel in his rockets
Filling boxes
While he fills up
lenier (come here).
I'm on my P's and my Q's stones green to the blue 23's when I cruise.
Feel my calf muscle on my brake pedal ain't another younging
on Tubi
Me I'm rare as fuck just like a ruby
Probably why all these chicks wanna do me
A.P. Austin Powers um' Groovy
Big Nigga, I might cop me some Coogi
Mm, um, yeah
Palms sweatin', guess it's time for the murder
My nigga my nerve, I swerve left you dead on the curb
Tell his family get them black
of the click
All you suckas want to dis the pacific
But you buster n****s never get specific
Used to love her mad cause we f***ed
Her p**** whipped b****
altar, that's where God
Sat when she wanted to
Have a word with him, and I was sitting in this chair at this Particular time, and um,
Just venting, letting
On the porch, on the porch
Smokin' reefa
Hm yeah
I woke up early Saturday morning sick off Rhemy and brews
Wit a hang over from blues
Hurl
what one is your favorite?
Huggy Wuggy, Seek, Scary Blue
Zumbo Sauce, Banban, Nabnab
Um, I forgot his name, the frog dude
And, um, yeah, Snow Seline,
was in the 8th grade steady
But niggaz my age was getting paid already
Yeah like that nigga Zam or even young Blue
They made they first
of the click
All you suckas want to dis the pacific
But you buster n****s never get specific
Used to love her mad cause we f***ed
Her p**** whipped b****
(Chorus: Scratched by DJ Unknown)
Tired of the mother fucking jackin
Boys that be jackin
Tired of the motherfucking jackin
Police, want to front;
roll, that's R.I.P Coco
That boy a clown, yea, Bobo
I be VLONE, I ain't chilling with you bozos
That's a big pack, no Costco
Blue lights hit, do the Dash,
Tasche eine dicke Lippe,
sag dass es klappt, weil ichs weiß,
Es ging um Gras,
Es ging um Drugs,
Wer geht was holen oder
wer hat was da,
Ich komm von
crush a bitch
Um, yeah off white with the blue stripe
Few drinks met a few dikes
Light rocks with a few vics
She rode that dick like a new bike
Damn right
Um, yeah palms sweating guess it's time for the murder
My nigga my nerve, I swerve left you dead on the curb
Tell his family get them black clothes
they don't care about
I need mega millions, m&m's, man earth a shady house
They hear me, by the time they get the meaning, I'll be fading out
Problems
of anything can get you killed don't fuck around and OD
Too late I'm here now applying pressure until you're blue in the face
I can tell by that look in your
Like a cactus sit
My Ralph Lauren smell like bud
My p.o keep asking for piss
I ride like that polo sign
Just me and my magic stick
Swing that bitch like
at the house right now
So when are you at your house?
Um, in a minute
Okay, I'm just going to go home then, I guess
I just want the blue cheese
Bro what up?
Where are you? Fuck you at?
Um sound crowed as fuck
I’m 'bout to go home, I'm
Tryna, tryna go to you, can I?
I ain't even at the house
can get some respect and some ends in this motherfucker
[Murs]
Oh F'real well you got a little skill you can do that
but um listen to this story check
chopped about nine
Really broke bits with my slime
Four nines, I shared with my right
Opps need to stop talking shite
Before I hush ur mic, n swing by
Like
I just heard
I heard
Yeah, I don't know why I talk to that bitch
Cause they said don't talk to strangers
I fucked that bitch yeah
I feel like... um
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