Lyrics:
somebody by their steering wheel
'Cause you know that mother fucker in that Ford Taurus
Could be the next mother fucker in that new Porsche
But like I
life
I don't know, on my life
Yo, nigga check the stacks, check the results
We in your top five by default
I swear to God we're putting UK rap
Yeah, early 2014 I was on the Knock Madness tour
I was mad about it, I half-assed my album cause I really didn't know what I was rapping for
I was
the fries
Would you stick by my side?
Would you ride?
Would you roll?
Would you go?
Need to know, Need to know
Hit a slump
What if business was slow?
Fans take a picture of me grinning
When I'm around women it's like that
Now picture me, I think I'm winning
When I'm alone see it's right by
the day.
Dumped by his girl, he paid for her liposuction,
His friends call him "Money", in his introduction.
And Marty knows nothing but claims to know it
I'm livin' on cribs while u dreamin' in ya cribs
So all you big babies can keep on ya bibs
Stayin' on tour while my album gettin' shipped
Tryin'
a hundred rhymes
Swollen Members Black Magic
Tour bus, a pure rush
This album is a classic
'cause legend has it
The veteran of letters is drastic
(Ain't
play nuthin else to say its goin down tonight
The remedy kicked in I'm feelin the hen. by the way the club is jumpin. lil mama gettin the biz she no
mouth 'til the album drop (why's that?)
TrackBoy beat like a freak, work a king on the block
I'm seventeen, name ain't same on the block
And beat
like me
I guess, I told you about myself to a degree
Just by telling you about people like me
But people like me they speak politely
They don't start no
myself to a degree
Just by telling you about people like me
But people like me they speak politely
They don't start no beef or peace
Everybody gotta eat
stopped hoopin' I been pimpin' pens!
Now I'm surrounded by these bitches like I was pimpin' Ken!
Lookin' for a bubble butt, tryin' to bust a couple nuts!
to pick a mike up frank
There's already true rider
We will talk billers
If you listen to my new album
When there's no thrillers
Gota N-dubz be cool chiller
Could have Guitars that I have never played,
Every Elvis album ever made.
I got the cars, I should learn to drive
Could have a house that would blow
Yo!
John.
What's up?
Yo, I'm going to put the song about your house on the album. Is that cool?
Uh Yeah, I just don't want to have any, like,
the
Recording of this album!
I got it with this gift certificate I won at the save
The sea turtles marathon run dude!
Check it out! I wrote all of the lyrics
Crazy silly monsters
They think everything is great
Black and white not colour
Eight by ten, no bigger
Not tonight it ain't
You can try and put
can't tell me nothin', right?
I said wait 'til I get my money right
Nineteen, I'm feeling scared as shit
Cause I'm dropping out of college
From an album
We invest ours put it on your head
Have you killed within the next hour
(Goodnight) i know homie gon' be sick (ha)
I got no album out
Still a Rollie
Griselda, by Fashion Rebels yeah
Reject, nigga griselda
Fuck your chain and your watch
With diamonds inside the bezel
Fuck your favorite rapper, I
You might wanna whip me, I don't
I ain't runnin' 'round with no hoes
I don't live my life by your code
I just work my hands to the bone
I don't grind it
The King's Alpha out to Death Row
Who you know was spazzing at Art Basel with the Trill OG
Grill by Johnny Dang boy u can't get these at Tiffany's
Who told you
Temps qu'mes albums, quoi?
Qu'ma carrière solo doit aussi
Sortir chez toi? Non c'est pas ça! un
Droit de préférence mais
Non j'comprends pas!
Attends,
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