Lyrics:
They put an Arabian nerd from the Suburbs
Tryna have a nigga swag up against Mr cass?
My bars goes over niggas
Heads like a mistletoe
So you can kiss my
to the doctors
I wanna win a MOBO then go for the Oscars
There's only one Bassman
So I gotta lick down any impostors
I'll lick off your head
Like Guinness
Mozart than most, my key lyrically
Is noted on a scale above the whole industry
It's Dax i got bars out in Georgia
Twenty-minute songs'll probably Illinois
three like abc
I'm bored like yacht club, nft
All self interest, call it free market
Break my heart, call it brand new target
I took his girl, call it
make me see
Off in the club fucked up
And I got all of my bucks up
Twenty women at the bar right next to me
Every one of them just lucked up
They think that they know, something 'bout my life
Not in the same class, not on the same flight
Maybe the same club, just not the same lights
Es hat sich viel seit den 700 Bars getan
Ohne Tricks, ohne Gimmicks, ohne Masterplan
Nur harte Arbeit, ohne Beef und Skandal
Die Features normal
your money
And you thinks it's funny
No you can't find it in no night club or no yacht club
And it ain't in the seats of a supper club
And sure
the sheets let me drop some knowledge
About computer science, let me take you to college
The following are bars a bout some nerdy code
That'll make your head
Going out looking so neat
Head to toe, whole fit's heat
So I'm not gonna be stopping
'Til all my shit will be bopping
In all the clubs we popping
New
Brand new AK, all black (uh huh)
Tunechi gave me this gift wrapped (shit)
Your bars sweet, candy, Kit Kat (oh)
Hope you pussy niggas get mad (mad)
went shopping without me! I hate you!
VICTORIA:
Gorgissima, look! For Latin Night at the club tonight: Oscar De La Renta!
GORGISSIMA:
Wow, how
here flossin', Big Willies, we Willie Lynch 'em
Pull out the chopper, rappers hittin' the ground
Like every bar is a bullet, when I pull it, it sound
Foreign rides, outside it's like showbiz
I ain't gon' lie I'm fucked up, if we all die then we all shall
But only one thang gonna get us by and that's
Oscar the Grouch
I got more change then you got in my couch
Next cat that scream my name gon'
Get shot in the mouth
I got the yay on the stroll
In my
Oscar the Grouch
I got more change then you got in my couch
Next cat that scream my name gon'
Get shot in the mouth
I got the yay on the stroll
In my
Macauly Culkin, "Home Alone" lustin
Tuesday night we stop by Justin's
Check the scene, immaculate
Grab the bottle from the bar and dismantle it
and Ness tryin to sponser you?/ you gon' die like the mobsters
do/ actin like gangstas and like Denzel y'all should get Oscars too/ calm
the guys in your
a fake friends daycare
Pull up to the party in a brand new Benz
Turning heads with tonight’s girlfriends
No wants go unanswered
No friends no love just
in J-Bone's Navigator
The club's off the chain
I'm seeing models and stars
NBA players straight buying out bars
The state of Arizona tryna segregate
shmoney dance right on Biggie block
Make him bring a hundred bands and the city out
When French pull up in that brand new yacht
Watch me slide off wit'
to your prom in a brand new 6,
I'm old school, I use the charm to seduce the chicks,
You'll introduce me to ya moms as your future pick,
Your like
bought a new yacht with 4 rooms and a bar
No you're not that used to bein around a hood star
My papa told me good girls always go fast
So if I touch her
and girlies
Lookin' their very best
We took a seat at the bar
Feelin' brand new
Frank ordered drinks, no liquor
Just plain old brew
He finished it
Then
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