Lyrics:
fall, i'm like 2 Chainz when i ball
Got Husseins on my feet and Husains on my wall
Hussein Chalayans, a pretty girl said that's fancy
Unless his name
autograph
Swear to God nigga! Swear to God!
I'm sure his ass won't make a confession
But they can tell by your facial
Expression it's not a lie
You can't
ARTHUR: What is your name?
BEDEMIR: Bedemir, my leige.
ARTHUR: Then I dub you Sir Bedemir, Knight of the Round Table.
[Narrative Interlude]
NARRATOR:
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
Gadsden, Alabama
My name is Wayne, I'm from Alabama
Here's the back story
I just fell off the turnip truck with Ernest Tubb
I'm 33, I've got 3 kids
the scene with a
Clip full of hollows, Put a hole in his tee
He got soul 'til his face by
The soles of my feet
Don't get stepped on (Don't get stepped on)
I
laid
I'm about to get paid, I am making my name aint about to get phased by a fag tryin to fake
Doubt I'll ever get played if I don't get in your face,
through and that Moe steady slidin
In a three we, comin down bumper fall
We steady ballin
Haters steady callin my name
I'm in this game with the birds
Have
through and that Moe steady slidin
In a three we, comin down bumper fall
We steady ballin
Haters steady callin my name
I'm in this game with the birds
Have
I'm sorry you had to hear all this business, he started running that tape.... I've just been
sitting in here on my own, being variously.... twiddling
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
Boy comin through and that Moe steady slidin
In a three we, comin down bumper fall
Steady ballin
Haters steady callin my name
I'm in this game with
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
on their knees)
Wise Man 2: By what name are you calling him?
(Dramatic Holy music)
Mandy: Brian.
Three Wise Men:
We worship you, Oh,
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
stars
You hoes gotta feel a down ass fuckin G
I represent that Three, that nigga M-o-e
I came through bangin screwed up in my hoo-doo
You know Im comin
smiles on me
I snort a line of pre-workout then pass up on the tree
Your mother loves my style, thinks I am the bees knees
And while I can outrun your ass
That's what happens when you expose them grapes to too much daylight
So your chances of standin'
Much smaller than my plan to defeat you
Wait, what, do I
But my lawyers told me settle this (settle this)
Even though it's bullshit (it's bullshit)
Kelly, protect your career
All these people in my ear
I
circle smaller than a f*cking hula hoop
And if a nigga want a problem
Say my name on your verse
And it's hard to keep it clean
I just curse no nyovest
That's what happens when you expose them grapes to too much daylight
So your chances of standin'
Much smaller than my plan to defeat you
Wait, what, do I
and it's goin' on
She had another buddy, came by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her name was Grace
She walked in the door wearin' a lace
You shoulda seen
baby write his whole name in all caps,
I drive to peak, I sit down just to stand on my feet,
I'm so annoyed by you I'll go back to the Jurassic age just
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