Lyrics:
why his shawty calling
Niggas know I'm all in I aint got no option
No I am not stopping I need fat pockets
I need fat pockets
Tell me what's on that
disrespect no type of music 'cause it's all good craft
If you want that real hip hop, that real you can feel
These boys is what's happenin' right now
glamorous like Phat Farm fashion
Simmons name sinamous wit this cash
It's our passion... what!?
[Run]
Yo basically I'm here to rename rap, it ain't rap
wid-ow we di stit ow
(we just did it now)
It ain't what under test me sedi who do da best beat
(you ain't about to test me to see who do the best
I ain't balling right now but
If you stay down with me while I'm down
When I come up, I'ma prove it to you
(Prove What?)
That I'm the type
closing in (evil twin)
There it goes again (evil twin)
It controls my pen (my evil twin)
But that ain't me, it's my evil twin
(Then I step out and see
think, ho? Slow dancin' or bowling?
You tryna hold hands with your homie?
What, you think I'm lookin' for romance 'cause I'm lonely?
Change that tune,
of the underground (What, what)
Hate me I don't care
'cause I been figured out that life ain't fair
So I'm doin' it on my own
If I need some help, I'll call Tyrone
and said goodbye
Ran out to the street
When a bowling ball came down the road
And knocked me off my feet
A pay phone was ringing
It just about blew my
What I’m about to do is not a story
This is so original you just a copy
Svbb zirro Is the best and you know that
Bowling and the all night
Bowling
Trackateering Music
Man, y'all did it with this one here, y'all
People love to use that quote
"I'm doin' it for the culture"
But what culture is that
what your world about, word of mouth
Came through buying all the bottles, what you can't do
'Posed to be shining, but she notice that my chain do
a Nascar it go vroom, vroom
Then skrr, skrr before I blast off
She go up and down like NASA
Bike life on your bitch nigga
Pop a wheelie all in that pussy she
that's helped me before. This is make it out ima show em what im all about
Forever six hope they don't hold me to max they be hating on the dream cause I
This must all look a bit weird
It's Mike's C.P coat sittin' here
Draped over the chair
So that it appears to all fit me up suddenly
And clear I'm
president (Georgia) Bush
We see them Confederate flags, you know what it is
A white cracker motherfucker that probably voted for him
And no he ain't gonna
on standby
"K. Dot, what up? I heard they opened up Pandora’s box"
I box ‘em all in, by a landslide
Nah homie we too sensitive, it spill out to the streets
Everything is a facade, it ain't really what it seems
You'll own nothing and be happy is what they be telling me
Lately, I've been microdosing on the word
and I reside inside of a life where we don’t have to worry bout
Anything no more no need to doubt
And you could keep the clout, that ain’t what we about
bitches and them red bitches all the time
But um, this dedicated to them chocolate women, ya dig?
I ain't say bitches or hoes, none of that, see what I'm
until it build up (bitch, dumb)
Bro just wrote me in a message and I read it, what it said?
Jose up you about your ex and then he dead
I'm banging
ain't gone like
How we did it, its that boys Bday
I came what fade
Gots to sip that Tangarey
Ima steel fool
From tha Southside
We don't bang bang,
at
I see irrelevance condoned by the delegates
Their regression is evident they own
What I been off
Fuck it since it's the samaritan's I sold
I'ma
bitches 'round me call me honey
Show they teeth off even when there ain't shit funny (Crazy)
And that get me mad it really does (Why?)
That shit get me mad
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