Lyrics:
Randal, a coon like Harris
Shots to the face mek di pussyole vanish
As a likkle young man I didn’t need meds
Sweets in the bag, stopped by the feds
Wanna
pass me by
And my drink never dry
I got that new car feeling
That fast lane chillin'
With a new daiquiri called "Let us Free"
It costed $9.93
Tell that
Get these bitches outta my way Get the mother fuckas outta my face
All i know all I know all I know is
Pedal to the medal all my thrills get flawed
now
Missin' all the blocks cuz I'm surrounded by woods now
It's supposed to be good now
It's like I'm walkin' tight rope and can't look down
Fire
twerk
Mr. Harris Jose Cliff, baby girl I tip
Hell nah ain't no trick
But this money ain't shit
(It's only money honey)
So get that money honey
Barely had
on feel your Daddy's love, I won't do you no harm
How you feel inside
All your walking and chatter
Thrill me all through the night
Dancing the dancer
money, my thesis right now
I leave in peace and walk out, phone out, call up Dexter
Pick me up, yes, sir, Pitt Meadows
McDonald's off of Harris Road
Yeah,
to leave
Lying still I believe for a moment I'm free
Running circles always on that same route
And I'm always haunted by the same doubts
But I'mma get on top
propaganda
In my Doge speedo
From my humble abode I decode
Oh I'm a desperado
With a band of commandos
Ham on the mutha fuckin' pedo
I had to nerd out to get
I’m on a mission I’m bout to go get it like Tom Cruise
You got to pay when the time due
Can’t hold us back yeah we gone loose
I get the green let’s
Overflowin with hate, bullied to get raw like me
They constantly get picked on and shitted on like me
You'd probably get your head blown off by a kid like me
I
Ski mask
Money on the table nigga run that
I need that
Quick fast like a 3 flat
Your big raps all cap like Chance with them 3 hats
I'm the illest by
couldn't drink half as much as she spills
I want to live it up get my kicks and thrills
Be a gigolo lover and send her the bills
She says that she's
the lighting
Baby girl I need balance by my side
I need some balance in my life
Too many times that I let it go past me
Don't want the wire I just
Want the cash
pill, like a sick thrill
I can't get enough of you
I am afflicted, afflicted by you
Like a bad pill, like a sick thrill
I can't get enough of
You
Picture this
Chillin comfortable
Sittin by the beach
Got the Sun up in my eyes got the sand below my feet
In Bermuda I'm coolin just to escape all
What I do what I do do
Raised by a single mother I was raised different
Thirty eight years apart was the age difference
Raised by an OG If you knew her
Love from the West side
But love kills me
I get love from the East Side
Then the love thrills me
Still get love when jaded by pride
Then the love
it up with Diet Coke
Like I got that red button
Mans is so dumb they tryna change
Who gets ahold of it give it to Pelosi
Grades were a low C
Girl so
cars on his big back
Running to his room just to eat snacks
That's the true definition of a "Big back"
Stacking them calories, one by one
How your weight
Yeah yeah
All I need
All
Dollar dollar that's what I need
Jacked Harris Teeter 3rd time this week
Money on my mind, so I can't sleep
Plus it's
get mo' chips than Harris
No day off like Farris, service is volunteer
By choice not force, it won't be no problems here
Man withgaurd she finna do
make some fucking bread
I go by these morals
I watch dick sucking tutorials
I'm gonna go and kill myself
Cooper likey likey
Cruising with Jakey
Riding
and they're prepared to pursue it
Get us then we drills 'em
Having plenty thrills, I'm Wellington New Zealand banging her with a chest like Wendy Williams
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