Lyrics:
worst days, be my best
All my worst days, be my best
Pop rocks shit, hit ya' block, tops split (Woo)
Pop rocks shit, hit ya' block, tops split (Woo)
Pop
As the queen is
Fat she is devoured by rats there is one way to skin a cat or poison a
Rat it is hetero four
Hear to three forthirightly stated.
Relent
reverse, the sharpening wing of the edge of a sparrow, for suitable reckonings too numerous to mention, as the queen is fat she is devoured by rats there is
count a mil' by hand, I'm exhausted
Since we against all odds, bro, you can keep all yours
Shit, we gon' split all mines, forever throw my fours
We
'ja back to book bets'
And then s-k-double o-be on Mansel
So if ya happy and ya know it, klap your hands
Well uhh, woopty doody, abba doozy, it's
wasn't sour
Hit a double drum chant getting louder (chant getting louder)
Mulan bitch wanna fuck for an hour
Start sucking dick bitch enough of the powder
Run it up I want to run it up
Double cup you know I fill it up
This is how I'm doing living tough
Big Trip yeah that dude is buck
Run it up I want
bench to beamers
Trigga finga happy niggas street corner heaters
Try to get a rap game crack game whatever
I gotta make it even if I gotta take it
tell by the laces, they tight
Or are you only focused on the steps that I'm taking in life
And then you got the ones who claim a guy that's everyone's
that, people's is my fam that's my people's
This day's in the drain, twistin' my brain
Hoping this crash don't split me
I'll probably get by with chalk
nuts, then I (yeah)
Check my ball hair (what?), make sure it's all there (yeah)
Then call the pallbearer (yeah)
It's Music to Be Murdered By again, why
backs
Racks on racks
Get a legal bag reinvest it in the trap
Double up and double back
Repeat and double that
Flip it then you flop it
More profit in
atrocities performed by their own hands
And S.U.V.'s keep C.E.O.'s happy 'cause they're a status
symbol and every one buys
And they burn a lot more fuel so
atrocities performed by their own hands
And S.U.V.'s keep C.E.O.'s happy 'cause they're a status symbol and every one buys
And they burn a lot more fuel so
hoolum atmosphere
Fo rappin' about the clothes you wear, I represent welfare
No happy-happy, joy-joy
It's these boys,
Runnin' from decoys, pimpin'
thought I blew it but really I grew
My words here to stay and this just living proof
I'd hop in the coupe if your boy could afford it
I barley get by with
and doubles
Then out of your mouth to blow out
Cause you had enough of the bitches seizing who?
You saw the beautiful picture at the beginning
With Mr. Tech
and doubles, then out of your mouth to blow out
'Cause you had enough of the bitches seizing who?
You saw the beautiful picture at the beginning
With Mr. Tech
hoolum atmosphere
Fo rappin' about the clothes you wear, I represent welfare
No happy-happy, joy-joy
It's these boys,
Runnin' from decoys, pimpin'
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
nothing’s sacred you can mold
It how you see fit
Strip mine the globe, recode the double helix
Split atoms in half, reduce men to lab rats
And open up
letters
Yeah
I keep holdin' on to you I keep on hangin' on to you
I hate this fucking silence too but you hate when I bother you
Our love has split my heart
time to waste, too much things to gain
I was so damn blinded by her pretty body, gorgeous face
Yeah, she lied on me, tried to throw me in jail
Fuck that
dada
Coming equipped with my father here
Double cross me. Do not dare
Turning every wheel till the wheels fall off
Cuz I won't, I got a spare
Ahead
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