Lyrics:
takin'-your-clothes-off-an'-hangin'-from-a-cross-in-front-a'-the-Tri-County-Fairgrounds
Is not necessarily an assurance that the crowd ain't gonna start throwin' tomatas
An' when ya arrive at four for a five o'clock show
An' the stage
Fucks going on Paul, ya mad cunt
What've you been doing?
What's been happening down in fucking tassie, bro?
You been recording much shit or what?
what you hear?
Yo Paul Sea, yo yo, what wha-what you hear?
Yo Godfather D, I ain't hear what he said, what you hear?
Paul does this kind of thing everyday
Yeah, like what, skip a rehearsal, you know we got the CNL Awards tomorrow night
What are we gonna do about
Always wanna spend time out lookin for someone
Who ain't ever gonna show
Don't wanna be present don't look to the future
And the past man I leave
I'M HOLDIN' ONE
AT ANY GIVEN TIME
AIN'T JUST SPITTIN' RHYMES
I'M LIVIN' MINES
AND I AIN'T GONNA STOP WHEN IT ISN'T RIGHT
THE BREITLING SAY SO
THE NAME
no one, that’s not safe
That’s peak innit, man‘ve got Gucci wallets but ain’t got no Ps in it
I know a couple bruddas are gonna be hurt when they hear
was)
Minus that, the second diss track was just cool (A'ight)
Drake ain't respond so Push got the W
Drake told LeBron somebody gonna end up snuffin'
better than him
He is so trash you gotta admit
Fresh Outta London but he ain't gonna win
KSI gonna put you in the bin
I did all the research, I have all
Drippin Gucci Skirt, Skirt, Skirt
Lambo with no shirtu00a0
One on One on earth New birth
Made by clothesu00a0
I Gonna make a serve
And cook a verseu00a0
the picture gon' be beautiful
It's gonna be a short summer
'Cause most of y'all ain't built to last
It's gonna be a short summer
Cause soon enough your
phony
Mall don't come with the raw
He ain't the one and only son
Of Mac-Allah
Took off the rim I had on
Replaced it with a crown of thorns
Think they take
think I don't know that shit crack me up
I want you by my side
But I know she ain't down to ride
Know she gonna open the door and dive
When this road
That one chance was gone by the next moon
I beg too but they said "we're still gone drug test you so don't move"
Then they put my piss inside
awkward to walk
There's a gypsy camp by the train tracks where you better just watch how you talk
I'm stumbling home all fucked up and some man they look
started snaking how he gon ask me for a loan
We ain't get backed by a label i had to do this shit alone
Sometimes my heart feel unstable i hope you know
I've been feeling like we're meant to be, baby, you and me
You're the only one I see in my dreams Come get this paper, I ain't playing
Girl, just
what
They always trying to front
Play the role like they ain't
But you know what baby you could be undercover with it
You know why?
Cause I
the New York born, who's sharp as a thorn
I came here tonight just to get it on
So listen up close and listen up well
'Cause the Brother Marquis has
I've been trying
I'm tired of faking my feelings
Yeah
Teach me how to write a speech
Cause I'm sad and ain't showing nobody my feelings
Yeah
How I'm
might got issues my chain he won't grab
Cause he know I'll pop his ass like a tab
And I ain't gonna trip
But you jus might slip
In my fucking drip
Glock
verbals & graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm & Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like
Yeaa yeaa
Turned to a loner
And now I'm a stoner
Yeaa yeaa
Sorry but I gotta go
My own way
Yeen gotta cry and beg
For me to stay
I promise it's just
Cause shit just aint the same no more
Shit just ain't the same no more
Cause shit just aint the same no more
Shit just ain't the same no more
It's
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