Lyrics:
always end up droppin' the top when it starts rainin'
Livin' in the 6, eight weeks, sun blazin'
After that, the killies just go into hibernation
(I been
wrong and I wish that I could take it back
Rule number three, no you can't trust a bitch either
And I you can't give no hoe your love, man they all evil
imitations
Misleading information
GMO Rappers wit their Artificial flavoring
Shackled by the chain call it Record label slavery
The game Sho'll is ugly that's
code
I got e bro
By the people
I gotta see though
I don't compete though
This is C4
Going C3 or 3PO
I got few POs
I got a PO
What's a PO?
That's a Public
you and by six we got a date
Seven I'll be heaven-bound and in your arms by eight
Everybody now (we got love)
By the numbers (we got love)
Ooh
the plan
Secret agent man advance his game
They give you a number and take away your name
[Verse 2]
They wear pretty face that you find
A pretty face can
Maybe you can bless a little, brown effervescent kid
Youngest of seven from the six, eight sections
Section.80 dropped, yeah, we used to play that shit
is scattered in pieces on the ground
1,2,3,4,5
6,7,8,9
Im nowhere, but here and there
Ill take my steps one by
1,2,3,4,5
Im a lost boy
in
Naw, Naw Naw
One, Two
I made you blue
Three, Four
Your heart is bleeding red out on the floor
Five, Six
Violets won't fix that shit
I pour my soul out
me one more
Beer five and I'm comin' alive
Beer six, man that went down quick
Seven, eight, nine, I'm feelin' fine
And by number ten life's good
comin' with your shit raps
You man are get bitch-slapped, by some bitch that I bitch-slapped when I was high on a spliff
And a six pack, and a bitch back
by step new track for you to cop
Thought about it for a while
And here's what I got
Rule number uno
Keep it real about what you know
Learning's a two
we’ve only just begun
To learn the different strategies
That will help us to divide.
Like, any number divided by itself
It always equals one.
6 ÷ 6
down by number three
So when I miss a step, there’s no disrespect, I’ll take the over lemme make a bet
There’s ten things I know you hate, but I know
before she came but
Never out five seconds late evil like the number six but
Lucky like seven it will take eight of you motherfuckers
To touch my heaven
before she came but
Never out five seconds late evil like the number six but
Lucky like seven it will take eight of you motherfuckers
To touch my heaven
away Snip away and sever this Umbilical residue that's Keeping me from killing you Keeping me from killing you
6: 3 Libras
Threw you the obvious
countdown
Come on and count with Mickey
Get ready
'Cause when it comes to counting
Mickey's number one
Ready everybody
Let's count up
1, 2, 3
4, 5, 6
turned water to wine right
It don't mean that you can turn that hoe to a housewife
Number three should've been number one to me
Ain't no'n more important
Sold, your number, sir? Thank you
Lot 665, ladies and gentlemen
A poster for this house's production of "Hannibal" by Chalumeau.
Showing here.
the limit 'posed to be?
That must be why you can't get your ass up out the bed before three
You need to git up, git out, cut that bullshit out
Ain't you
the limit 'posed to be?
That must be why you can't get your ass up out the bed before three
You need to git up, git out, cut that bullshit out
Ain't you
Number two I'm not a rapper you don't have to panic
Naming the rest just might cause too much damage
Fuck it
Number three I'm the seed that been planted
a prick
Rule number two
Be the ish
Rule number three
Run the biz
Rule number four
Never be legit
Rule number five
Run from pricks
Rule number six
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