Lyrics:
i love Michelle
But I guess I don't mind
I get high with Biden
I got a drone in the sky and a gun in the
Street and a blunt in my
Mouth and I'm at KFC
what
You would call her
And her father died for Allah
And she took her shahadah
By product lifting her god up
Her sister was Beanie
And my brother was
weeks
But that's irrelevant!
Michelle Obama married to my
Hustle like the president (Squiiirrtttt)
Porsche trunk is in the front
Just like an elephant
clear skies
But enough daydreaming
We gotta make it out
Your hand in my hand
That's how we're going out
Love
We're like Obama and Michelle
Me and you
clear skies
But enough daydreaming
We gotta make it out
Your hand in my hand
That's how we're going out
Love
We're like Obama and Michelle
Me and you
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la (ooh la la)
I, mother of my house
Vow to keep my f-ing mouth to myself
You make me smile, I vow to love thy hater
I
came from
Born in a world going where they told me I can't go
In my lane, though, I'm in the same boat as Usain Bolt
Get ahead by any means so
me a bitch and I'm a slay her like Sarah Michelle Gell-ie
Rap star, trash tellies blow up my sprint celly
Dare me, I tongue Halle Berry's belly
Show
Why do we get judged by the color of our skin
Black, White, and Brown, but we All American
They want us divided that's the
Only way they win i just
panties, they match my slips
Been through it all; I could give a narrative
No fiction, nah, we ain't no characters
I mean if I bust my gun, you gon' bust
(listen)
I like your girl so you better look after your girl
Or I might just take your girl and make your girl my girl
Switch your girl with Michelle
(listen)
I like your girl so you better look after your girl
Or I might just take your girl and make your girl my girl
Switch your girl with Michelle
invaded by Italy
Right side Paris left side flaggin'
Paper is is my main chick me and money married
And that's all a nigga know bitch
That's why
apple pie a la mode
Lullaby love
Where have you been all of my life?
Your chocolate covered, strawberry, apple pie a la mode
Tell me your dreams
They'll be shocked i'm still breathing they was praying I fail
Pull the trigger blow they heads I call my pistol Michelle
Then I pick up the shells scary
How you gonna fend for yourself
Out my pantry nigga
I don’t gotta jag in the lot
Or a Camry nigga
Learn to make moves by yourself
When you abandoned
that bitch in my Lotus
She fuck with me in a mobile
Get this money by myself
Counting hundreds by myself
Counting all these commas, spending all
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
A boy on the side of babylon, trying to front like he's down with
Mount Zion
Ooh la la la
It's the way
used to steal his gear
I was the baby boy, I could do no wrong
Years gone by fast, let's move along
34th Street, that's where I held my skills
Los made
got behind Kaepernick
JR got the rebound and ran the wrong way (What you doin'?)
LeBron said, "Fuck this, I'm takin' my talents to LA"
Cleveland
21
Stop by and have some fun
Say how ya doin', ya old son of a gun
Look at a photograph
Lord, don't it make you laugh
For all these changes
drummer beater
Brown sugar is sweeter beats by Peter
Like I said before, thump in my trunk
That's all I really need and
A bag of blue funk
La la la la la
sees crack babies becoming enemies of their own families
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta run
A boy
apartment
Half-empty Hennessy bottles and condoms on the carpet
Half a bag of cocaine on the counter by my Smith & Wesson
Misdirected I gripped the weapon
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