Lyrics:
of this intergalactic show, emperor of all known and unknown worlds, the no one knows more than I do about anything, mr grab em by the pussy, president,
bust out your pencil
You can do it on your own
Stop thinking that these labels is the
Ones that put you on let's change the topic
Who's your favorite
These boys gone see that I'm deadly
Pop out with semis
Them chops by the plenty
I shoot til it's empty
Gon bust your confetti
Got murder my mind like that
Most cloud that you’ve ever had
One time genie
Give you two piece like bikini
You can’t see me
WWE ni**a in me
Automatic but it’s semi
Title bi***es like
By the time I did, heard that you had a kid
By some nigga in Decatur
Who replied, "See you later", when he got the good news, that's life shit
Now,
the blessed mic christ
Just a man but a spirit nonetheless
Who leaves behind a catalog and finally can come to rest
He's survived by a tribe
that extends
that boy?
Hot shit, top quick, now who you shop with?
Gucci is the top dick, my Gators in the closet
24's on yo' car youse a trap star
If you known
he doin' well
Honestly, I thought Bill was gon' die in jail (I did)
Who the fuck be listenin' to Tyler, The Creator music (who?)
That's what DJ
Tribal tattoos and he don't know what it means
But I heard he makes you happy, so that's fine by me
But still, I'm just keepin' it real
Still lookin'
this was a story about how I got on the bus a boy and got off a man more cynical, hardened, and mature and shit. But that's not true. The truth is I got
Who's tha man who's the boss
Who's the nigga that paid the cost
I really don't give a damn
'Cause I ain't the one who's gonna take the loss
cold, but that body on fire
Ain't the smartest in the world, but looking at you girl
I'll be a fool to let the chance go by, so I'm gone
(Ask you what
the problem, ok, I'm going to show you how you're causing the problem, and now I want you to be the solution. And that's what all of these songs are about, just,
Orgy party
Ima real nigga
Ion give no fucks
I be by my lonely
I'll still up a score on y'all
I heard that the feds watching
Bitch
I'm am just
gettin leathal an I,
you know the drama boys, down fo life the Suave an I, to the dirt,
drama boys, wit Ball got drama that will work,
make 'em feel
write more music?
And I’m gonna go on tour again
‘cause that’s really what I want to do
And I thought what am I gonna
Write about? I want so
Badly
ways, it's like a road block
Ain't nobody that we could emulate or go watch
No one ever gave a fuck about us, it don't stop
Cuz we got nothing to do,
yoyoyo, yoyoyo
Once upon a time there was a little boy who
played the ukelele. He'd go around town,
'Blmp, blmp, blmp, blmp, blmp, blmp, blmp,
bImp blmp
Who am I? That's the main question
They heard The Come Up, now on IG people busy searching
Listen to my words, give them your attention
Oh that boy
stereophonic, multimedia event, The
Song of the Cebu!
Larry: Cebu! This is a song about a boy ... a song about a little boy
And his cebus ... a song about
care less
About expensive juice
And expensive cars
No need to worry where you are
Because in this game of love
Baby you’re the star
You know who you are
Yo, Yo... what was i....?
Ladies pukin' when they see me, 9 out of 10 women
But the one freak who about it, I put my thing in 'em
X 3
Ladies puking
Connelly!
Linger Ficken' Good
Luc Van Acker-Luc Van Acker
Linger Ficken' Good
Name that Cock!
Revco.
Revolting Cocks
Yeah,that's who I work for right
all about who got the most hoes yea
Fosho I have to got to go bro ay
You say its not the time tho yet we passing by as if we in time yo yea
You float
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