Lyrics:
a vaccine and make it for racism (make that)
Still praying to the Father and keeping my face in 'em (Ghost)
Say, look at the news and tell me, what do you
tell it's a drug the way the streets paying
I got the cheapest quarter pieces and you can tell I'm a dboy by my sneakers C.O.C
Chorus
Motherfuckers
rich ass he'll
All of my bars they cheap and free but all my shit still sell
Ion got time for a hoe
Huh
I'll tell her Beluga oh well
Yeeee
All my bros
the world)
I keep three bad bitches for all my niggas
Wave your fingers if you're feeling the same
(I'm screamin' fuck the world)
One for the money
Two
Oh, by the way, got a tip for J cole
Just shut your cake hole
Oh, hey Dolan Dark, these aren't memes
They're stolen art
You need to see a doctor,
Lik-like-like-like we always do
About this time
Ha! You know we got you open, don't front
You know the name by now
You know what we want
Come on, 7,
taxing you
I got rhymes and Mike got a scratch or two
So ain't no use trying to eat us for din-din
Brothers better off trying their luck with Win-Ten
with the orange logo
Smack fire to your boring promo's
Oh so Im loco go go dolls I got a homo clause
For you dudes starring the gun goes off
I Never
to roast you
Fuck your sappy tweets when (The) camera's off you beat them Black and then blue
Firing chief michael moore is literally the least you can do
strings too few for the eclectic design view
Use paint to measure if foundational cracks grew
Baby blue is cool by my preference is mango
More like orange
I got you covered, If you far I pay for shipping and handling
Fuck them people up and then we make a claim for the damages
Think it's make believe
like Brek if any might step
I've got the whole game tryna bury my rep
I'm ahead by much more than twenty-nine steps
Still got more than you ain't got any
food they fighting for funds
And you still wonder why there ain't no love
I grew up around the sinners all trying to win
Caught up in the struggle just
to thank you for the boogie ride,
Thank you for the A to the bar.
Now I'm on the solid side,
Biggest attraction by far!
I'm just another blues
Hamburger Helper
Nigga you want to take us like desert sketch, I leave you scared
Nigga I got a partna by the name of Chris, that's Redd
People say I got
of clientele (Yea)
And still was man when behind cells (Yea)
Grew use to that Ofer that smell (Yea)
You know it was shit if you ask a nigga
Got the baddest
a side if you with us, if you not, then jump the fence
I'm the type that can sell 36 ounces for 36
Got a be and on you, you make this shit really make
gon crazy
Imma go crazy
Crazy for these blue strips
No dream nah I'm just livin lucid
Got it now spend a little on a new fit
Cause imma go crazy for
guts
I move so much weight
They say I'm bodybuilding
On Mack with Chi Chi got
Some percs from the building
Runnin' from the blues, fuckin' up the road
Everybody trap nasty 'round me (facts)
My barber even got some 'bows for sale
Cop somethin'
New strips came out the blues (cash)
New drip, I'll give
with the snap of my fingers this titan's left you for dead *snaps fingers*
Consider this a eulogy
Since you just got buried alive
And just like everyone
I'm cocky
But you love this cocky
Written By: Iren Romero Moore II
And on the other side you've
got Infinite Dreams, Killers, Still Life - Harris and Murray wrote that song, debuted number twelve, got to
number six again! My
my play-dough
Tell me is this what you really made for
(NO)
My bitch cute like Lopunny
Fuck your bitch she got no money
Fuck your bitch in an Adam
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