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her and get all her friends.
Buzzin'! Okay! Hands in the air (yee-uh!)
From the back to the front everywhere.
Buzzin'! Throwin' out 20's, throwin'
more juice
I'll turn you every which way but loose.
And I'm so good that I don't have to brag.
Now there's twenty, thirty beautiful women sleepin'
looking good
Swangin down the boulevard
Chunky deuce the fifth is shining
The queen is ridin shotgun
And finger's behind me
So never you mind me
I'm just
you say
"Hey! I'm a sugar momma."
When a sugar daddy tried to get the digits
With the same old game, holler back
"Hey! I'm a good girl."
If ya
to give neck then I'm going fasho
I got these bitches who blowing up photos (photos)
Dick getting licked by a bitch that I don't know (don't know)
Baddie
This is Bo Burnham
He is twenty-two years old, he's a male
And he looks like the genetic product of a giraffe having sex with Ellen Degeneres
He
these streets
Through worse or through better health, survivin' by any means
We as Americans, us as a citizen
We as Samaritans, what do we get us in?
Every time you tipped my tray and it dropped and spilt
I'm gettin' you back bully! Now once and for good
I cocked the broomstick back and swung hard
a man
He said only, a good woman can
That's the only thing that's gonna make you a man
Now I was runnin around all through my twenties
Just to prove I had
I still did it for the vine all twenty-twenty (I ain't gon' do it)
'Cause my hips don't lie and my millions are pending
Heliocentric metaphor for my
twenty-five
If I make it out at all, I pray you're right here by my side
And if I'm going down then I'm going down true
If I've got anyone to thank, then
who ain't got no feelings
(No doubt, son, keep your eyes open)
(I got this, I got this)
(Just watch my back, I got your front, yo)
Check it out now
the streets at midnight, the little terror
Huh, I get better by the letter
A true breed, head to juvenile once more
A twenty bag of funk, shall I say more?
After the war I went back to New York
A-After the war I went back to New York
I finished up my studies and I practiced law
I practiced law, Burr
Saturday satan Sunday saint foolin' your neighbors that's what you think
Readin' the good book singin' the hymns
Come Monday morning and he's back
seats of a Civic
To walking through the city and niggas screaming I did it
I spit this shit from way back for 'em
This for niggas that told me
"I'll
I'm good like G double O-D
OG kush by the motherfuckin' oz
Hoes wanna roll with a young nigga so street
You ain't fuckin' Tory 'less you
Tryna hit
live it up
You can tell what I'm smoking when I lit it up
No mask broad day they'll make you give it up
20 Mil in the back of a pick-up truck
6
Flippin' keys by the tons
Twenty five grand a week, fiends creep
No sleep nor do they eat
Bed around 6 feet deep
More goals to be achieved in
This hip hop
Shooters ballers and the scholarS
Common goal is profit
Surrounded by those who are Toxic
I don't know what to do wit
Negas
Left me hanging like THey
to keep a level of sanity?
By my faith in God, by my faith in the game
And by my faith in "all good things come to those that stay true"
Right
You know what
back california kush
Got partners out West that send me that
You interested in blowing a twenty sack?
'Cause we could blow it all girl, I keep work
Like
started bugging with the clothes she chose
I didn't say nothing at first
I just turned up my nose
She said, "What's wrong? This shirt cost $20"
I said,
started bugging with the clothes she chose
I didn't say nothing at first
I just turned up my nose
She said, "What's wrong? This shirt cost $20"
I said,
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