Lyrics:
Seasons greetings from the two of the best
Of the greatest from the West of cfrica
Yes iya
Ghana
Ras Menstruation
Big up Ras Clart
Wa guan?
Ha ha ha
on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E,
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man
shuckin'
It's two big {?}, gorilla arms and mad ducats
Bust in your house like the little man Mighty Mouse
Piss on your TV cause you watchin' all
and four chords repeated
Completed by a relatable lyrical concept about an ex or something
This isn't for the masses
It's for the
musically analytical
So
a plan by her eldest aunt and her father to kill her; She was driving herself and a few miles for the company a big trucked rammed into her car; her car
going big, hope we all make it
And we going big, can we all take it?
Every span of four years
A new family around me reappears
All my friends just
Cycle
and vaudefillian famous
For singing "Swannee"
Written with words by Irving Ceasar
And music by Ira
Gershwin in 1919 became a big hit for
Jolson in 1920 and was
man, I don't need you at all
You need me
And all I want in this cold world is to make music and use it
Not to abuse it and get affected, infected
to the island
himmina, humani, see, himina, humini, see,
My DJ go by the name of Jazzy, little chest big tummy
Watch the man rip the wheels and a
It's
season
And my nigga's season woo oh
I aint from Houston, I keep a rocket
Pop up at yo doe, we aint nigga knocking
Kicking big shit like know karate
I
and C's these E's are way to speedy man
Big up the Bobs Beethoven too
Benzodiazepines
Big up Bjork and Biggy Smalls
Big up poets in the hall
Big up
like I lit the fuse (it's lit)
I call the shots and all the killers be like, "What's the move?" (let's get it)
Hundred grand, you and your little man
I just had to cook it up
Got a lot of season
Nigga's like the leaves
They be changing with the season
Flex all on these niggas
Ima' do it for no
bad wolf
is at the door im there to greet him
The reaper on my side like the last of the mohicans
count em four seasons
im always bringing summer
vibe
Bad Bitches from Ellison, we blowing money in Harlem knights
Ménage à trios at the Four Seasons, that’s what I call a goodnight
Pretty Ricky to my
smoke wit da big dog
one two three four
Drop a fuck nigga den fuck on his wait
one two three four
Drop me off here ima bust down tha door
five six seven
Walker captured in Kandahar, Afghanistan with shit stains on his face
I seen the planes hit the world trade then I seen the world change
Idealogical
beat's so crazy
Punks like you don't phase me
Big man, muscle in the window
Kickin' live in a four door Benzo
Ripped, with muscles I'm furious
Emcees
haven't felt this way since I was a child
Discovering the world of Breathe of the Wild
We was playing Fortnite season 4
What a bore
Now we play Minecraft
to the island
himmina, humani, see, himina, humini, see,
My DJ go by the name of Jazzy, little chest big tummy
Watch the man rip the wheels and a
It's
what y'all need, Bleach season four is not
I take the stand and lie under sworn oath
The glove doesn't fit; you must acquit, that's how the story goes
crown
Been feelin' hazy, man, I think it's the brown
They claim they real, but they can't hold it down
Check the forecast, and its money season
Niggas
by the hour
I’m in the fashion world like what the fuck is black power
I just wanna be Louie, Prada , even saint lurant,
ooo
trippin, y’all niggas
He opened his jaws, paused before he could talk
I put four forks in this dork and then I lined him with chalk
I'm big
Ah, I'm big
(He big!)
Who big
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