Lyrics:
Mitsubishi don't wear out
Your batteries
The skyscrapers don't scrap on the sky here
Baby bro, you have the same parties that I did
That pizza shop has
battery was low
Dance the night away
Robot's got the beat,
Dancing on his feet
Robot's got the beat
Dancing on his feet
You should have seen the way that
And I've had the worst of weeks
I broke my iPhone screen
My team they took defeat
Welcome to the life of me
My van won't start today
The batteries
a box full of your toys
They're fresh out of batteries
But they're still makin' noise (makin' noise)
Tell me what to do
Now the tank is dry
Now this
box with Floyd
I body rappers automatically
And leave 'em deader than my iPhone battery
Got to get to someplace where I can plug in my extension cord
ain't play for the league he slung white
Tattoos in, bullet wounds was a type
A felony, battery, a few strikes
Thought when I grew up that's what I'd be
I'm in a meeting with the Surgeon General of written texts
The battery of one thousand psychological tests
I am exhausted and stressed but I
(Bet you're so mad)
I'm a battery louse
A superstar mouse
I don't care
Get off my back
Or I'll attack
'Cause I don't owe you nothing
Head for
to take the last swallow of the Eases Jesus
Who got fifty on the next tree, we gotta stop at the store
We need D batteries for the theme music
Snatch
child's play
L-l-lyrical battery ya'll way
Pretty ladies in my mercedes, product of the '80s
40's, 50's blick'ies wit me hit me they call me crazy
High
girl, a freak with sixteen batteries
And a gang of bitches in her family
Fifty-eight, fifty-nine, sixty-three, sixty-four
Niggaz be pimping paying like
You see the lights from space. Like a beacon to the planets as it happens. What had happened it the charts in south Manhattan the batteries up like
more than a car battery to juice me
Killa appetite, never catch me actin' right
Smoke a two hundred sack a night, like an AK when I shoot these
Please
Veral assault and battery
Sparatically blast at the capacity crowd and cause casualties
Street savvy, niggas blast me out the Navy
Groupie chick wish
this cup up like a battery and now I'm supercharged
Fill this blunt up, take off like a rocket, I see super stars
Moon and Mars
Put a message
the battery inside my phone
When Miss Fly walks by with the flattery
Tryna challenge me to go head-to-head, toe-to-toe
Making eyes, touching hands and flirting
allowed, you better not mess with my tribe
King Greed puts the batteries in and aims you toward the wall
He'll laugh if you make it there and he'll laugh if
remember
Pistol-whipping is the sincerest form of battery
Got cash that go the bat for me like a pinch hitter
Rhyme words with orange but I'm more than
Pickin' up things that I can fidget
Circle speed
Pacin' around, watchin' my feet
Batteries drain, I get the memo
I think that I might have to let you go
Over and over you're clinging onto my battery
Over and over technology just outsmarts me
Over and over you tried to resuscitate me (save me)
Over
oooh!
Made of metal from the moon
Assembled by Samurai
His battery gets charged by thunderstorm
With most advanced AI
Devouring trolls and unicorns
From
your body ring ring till your battery dead
Tonight I wanna activate your groove
You looking like a snack I don't mean to be rude
And I overrule any
the plug, I'll put a battery in 'em
Take a nigga Pumas off his feet and kick his ass with them
Then boot it up, thuggin' since a baby
Grandma knew I was
bought some batteries from the dollar-store
Next week I'll go out and buy some more
I dug a well in my backyard,
It wasn't all that hard,
Just hope it
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