Lyrics:
the ACT
Bitch you not hannah MONTANA!
You’re just a boy with naps,
Your music makes us nap.
All that cap in your rap,
& your teeth has a gap.
Time for
The twin' Jesuses with diamonds in them, that's clear they grey gooses
Maybe cause I'm in they roofless or the Hypno I put in they juices
I'm the "Joe
she
She makes me sarmies with Marmite and Weetbix
I promised her fidelity there will be no remix
She took my last name but kept hers as a prefix
Oh
(Rah, it's BKay you know?)
You know
I spy with my little eye (yes)
Something beginning with F (what?)
Fuckboys doing up net (fuckboys)
Talking
'fore they put the rap to it
Hook:
I'm anywhere the dope go (dope go)
With my Henny and my 44 (44)
Wit' your shorty on my land line (land line)
I'm
Yeah
Bizzle
Kb
Who you know do it like this
Turn it on that's a light switch
Gotta know. If you might miss
By the dough. Take the night shift
in this freestyle, only substance I came with is the illegal
Trap hard, rap God, almighty bow down to him
Can't say I'm sonning niggas cuz they not
with the holy cross
Exotic niggaz blastin off to the Land of the Lost
If you can't see this
I recommend some school for the blind by Helen Keller
Big ups
100 pints in, 100 pints gone
Trampoline trap, jumping to the moon
I make that pack boom, I be done by noon
I make 50 racks, in like 2 days
Got my
ASEDA Remix
Verse 1
Se mesore anopa hema, Me sre Yehowah mpaebo
(When I wake up in the morning, I pray to Jehovah)
Memba yi ene medwuma, Egya Onyame
Say, this is the realist shit I ever wrote or I said
Wake up with it everyday and take it with me to bed
Hurting my heart and hanging over my head
Say, this is the realist shit I ever wrote or I said
Wake up with it everyday and take it with me to bed
Hurting my heart and hanging over my head
I cut the ropes (breath)
Fresh cut as a pigeon blooded smoke
Load bazooka
Stoke the cobra coats over a broken hookah
Got rabble pants with psycho
fuckin' with those dudes
They run Philly and you livin'
In both they shadows
Cause by your own logic
If the only goal is to have more money
Then technically
like first listen was ‘Heat’
But with the album on repeat it really grew on me
The 2 Chainz remix answered questions the comments
“Beyonce isn’t
the hills to the best
I prove that I'm witty by usin my mind
I spit from my heart so you don't confuse
Me with other crews in my city
Cause I am the hardest
outside with cutters
Roll up a opp, straight fire the ganja
I just need me a reason to snap
Since Honeycomb died, I put bees in the trap (yeah)
I got
schedule
I just want fifty-thousand in that bezel, park it old school in my new whip
Never trust these cameras, i go remix with my codeine never fuck with
dick
Till she sick
Like green eggs and Ham
As she started moaning I yelled "SAM I AM"
Get with the program
This is a remix by Z God and the man
G with
[Werd]
Werd S.O.S. the remix lets go
I think its time we hit them with the new flow
Hey babe you want to go some place
Right were the sun stays we
[Werd]
Werd S.O.S. the remix lets go
I think its time we hit them with the new flow
Hey babe you want to go some place
Right were the sun stays we
Can I say faggot and still win a Grammy?
Can I rap about Jesus instead of these addys?
Do I have to be like these other satanic artists who have
to the raps
Choke-hold till they're hitting the mat
Throw bones, this is spiritual rap
I'm fine with the lyrical hat
But I change lives with the simplest raps
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
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