Lyrics:
bitch I'm running with the cheetahs
And I'm not eating like the rest of you niggas I been fiending for hyenas
Free smoke for any these niggas who feel
to bro, after that I don't know who hit
AR-15 with a cool kit
AR-15 with two drums on the bottom
We make him dance when we spot 'em, and got 'em
We
that I'm blessed as fuck
Carbon fire hydrant, he a' wet you up
You lackin' no cheetahs we a' catchin' up
You know I get that cheese, nigga Parmesan
what we tell you. The rules are simple. Every day you will be put to test. And those of you who fail will have to leave the show.
In this age
half empty. You might be in your dad's car by now, your bags and things piled high in the trunk. The girls in the back of the bus are shrieking
are huggable, girls who are kissable
They're like Sally, so irresistible
Don't get me wrong, I'm not your mister sleazy
But man, damn, I love to get
1 for the money and the car I drive
2 for the girls who are passing by
3 for the house on the hills outside
4 for the guys and the wild fly by
1 for
These are the tales, the freaky tales...
The tales that I tell so well...
I met this girl, her name was Joan
She loved the way I rocked
though
But the way niggas move make me uncomfortable
Cant be P noid by you decoys
We the Warner bros, the GFG Boys
Cops lock us up, don't make a peep
You
gowhereyalike,
Ooh, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Yo, doowhoyalike
Ooh, I see, I see, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Alright, here we go,
guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Yo, doowhoyalike
Ooh, I see, I see, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Alright, here we go, y'all:
our songs will sound in someone’s else’s ear
Or whether the thoughts we share are heard very clear
There isn’t much that you will do, that is really
lookin' small like we made 'em compressed
My bars are so cold like the footbridge in February
Put the beat in the coffin, this verse is the obituary
This
drive-by when it's beef
Like a skirt steak
Grilled in my palm like it's Earth Day
I need a Barrymore 50 First Dates
Do a bitch wrong, she gon' know it all
out)
Girl is out at night
Now, don't you ask yourself
Who they are
Like everybody else
They wanna be a star
Yeah, yeah, they're just bad girls
The boys keep dropping there jaws
Can never get enough
We make them stop and stare
We see them everywhere
And now you know who we are
Tonight your living
butterfly to me
You're my safari fantasy
Girl this is heaven to me
Baby we are like coconut and banana trees
(It's a tropical)
Tropical chemistry
Like
drink just drip dropping
No clock no clock will be tocking
We timeless we timeless and the roads are infinite
We timeless we timeless and our thoughts are
a caterpillar just cocooned
Smooth like Thug Passion over the rocks
So sporty they need to put me on a Wheaties box
CHORUS
[Keith Murray]
Dearly beloved we are
money we can settle things
It can be anything
Tell me who's that girl with dirty tricks in the back?
Who's that girl she only here for the bag
Who's that
underestimate him, who do you think that you are?
“Go! go!
to the next one”
is what they telling me, gone onto the next song
Flow! flow!
like a jet, son
I'm
shxtting right in the mouths of rivals
Who deny espousal that I and mine are The Crown
And we enliven the crowd
'Cuz every line is resounding
Until you're
who you wit!
If you hang wit the squad, you bound to get scarred
Sucker boys run they mouth, real niggas run the yard
'Round here we blow trees,
fallout
And the near extinction of our very species
Within the walls of our Metropolis
We're protected by our city guards
Who patrol the very wall that
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