Lyrics:
With the subway walls and the tenement halls
Everything falls into place
And I can't shake this feeling
And it makes my heart go boom into a
A plethora
Get that money in a what the what meth or what
Plethora get that money in a
I just turned my phone back on airplane mode airplane mode
I just turned my
bouffant.
3: Macadamia.
1: Gazebo.
2: Bulbous bouffant.
1: Blubber.
3: Macadamia.
1: Blubber. Gazebo. Blubber.
2: Bulbous bouffant.
3: Plethora
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Bumping tones anthem anaphora
Radio
Tv
Plethora
It goes
War
Recession
Depression
Disease
Infection
Recessed recesses leased recess
Eleven 0'clock
been in mansions
Sleeping, chillin
Been in plethora's
Some with pillar's
Some with gondolas
Mezzanines'
Telling me I'm money
Worth money
I walk thru with
dont hate me,
Or will you think me lessor of.
(Youn think me lessor of)
Outside My Plethora.
(outsida my plethora)
I dib and dab, I know been vacant.
I got extra
I got extra, yeah
I got money
I got work for his hoes
I got a plethora, yeah
I get money
12 gauge shotty
I don't like nothing
I got extra
I got extra, yeah
I got money
I got work for his hoes
I got a plethora, yeah
I get money
12 gauge shotty
I don't like nothing
I got extra
I got extra, yeah
I got money
I got work for his hoes
I got a plethora, yeah
I get money
12 gauge shotty
I don't like nothing but hoes
Like Whooaahh
Its the Eid
Certainly
Lil jamee
Peep the drip, oh check out the plethora
Mubarak its Eid ul Adha
Like Whooaahh
Its the Eid
Certainly
The night is growing old
Time is slipping like an hourglass
You can't look into eyes
It'd be too hard to look away
I like you a plethora
I hope that
найдут вас в подвале уже превращённых в скелетов
От трупов разложенных смрада они сойдут с ума
Pig fecal plethora
Фут фетиш принуждение грубых мальчиков
kingdom of dead
Unleashed the wrath of the gods
Duat realm of death
Reaching the weighing of the heart
Souls are condemned to torment
Duat - plethora
what the numbers say
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine
And ten and back again
A plethora of information can only lead to
Poverty
Light the blunts up when I walk in the building (ooh)
Gravy getting buck every time I get up in it (ayy)
Always pull up with a plethora of women
No plethora of price again.
No blossoming of fights again.
No frantic fits or flights again.
Fame is in my sights again.
I'll take those fancy flights
Stab ya skull with a plethora of pens and call you pin head
Not the father of Satan but hell I'm raising purebred
Battle for sanity everyday with
me a plethora
You ain't the only one bitch I am telling ya
Hope that you see that I'm just trying to better ya
Either boujee or ratchet
Or cooling
that girl
Cause there's a plethora
Of fish up in the ocean to love
Now baby I don't want to assume
Despite what I feel I heard some things about you
a plethora
Gwap like the treasurer
See it in my retinas
Cop the chain no replica
Never cop the regular
Everything irregular
Everything irregular
Buy that shit
want to burn
Because where I am going
There’s a plethora of fire
I’m so sick
But not in the medical sense
They’ve been telling me for years
There’s no
in my heart
I Knew these rhymes a make away
Trying times
I've found my self
Deep inside
I've found my wealth
Vast pool
Plethora of confidence
God knows
got a plethora
Night time on the curb, oh the nerves we get forreal
I just don't know how to feel
I been trapped inside this thrill
And I just got back
give me none, none
Nothing that I can't do for myself
Plethora of them pills, yeah that shit never helped
But the sun is enough this time
And the sweat
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