Lyrics:
Money is the motivation
You gotta show me that you really trynna get this paper
I’m on that brown don’t drink no white bartenders think I’m racist
harbour's at the ferry
John Brown things, they hang him in the rain
Babylon use they brain, cotton or cocaine
A rose by any other name
007 what I tell you
me I know this is kind of strange
To stop you here out of the blue asking your name
But I couldn't let another day go by being strangers
I haven't
to schoolkids but I don't care, fuck it
Get it on tick, but make it quick
I just got a load of wicked Thai stick
Party's going down, I'll bring the brown
the fuck out, if you want the foreigners gone
I paint the White House black and park my car on the lawn
Marry a Muslum girl and fuck her five times a day
like a subway from the ground
In springtime, I was standing
With a brown dog by my side
I was sweating I was staring at Mayan ruins
Then I was next
to beat the odds but when
Destiny calls it's no more bill's just sipping
Henny listening to songs and we reminisce
About the better days rocking them RIP
They want me
P. Miller wheels
Iced out grills
The house on the lake cost at least six mill
Dude your too small
Better get some hills
You messing with
I been there back in the day but self reliance has proven better
I live for my family and music
Helps me keep it together
I know this world is cold
Nobody cares about your birthday week
Abbreviations ain't sexy when you text me
Another day another selfie
And you say that niggas is thirsty?
They
A scene in brown and yellow:
At first I don't know why your presence fills me with unease
Though I've missed you more than life itself
I freeze
high with me
Yo ryda, then come ride with me full Clip!
Psychopathic Rydas and Full Clip go together
Like home arrest and a tether
You better, run tell
ports (Smoke)
No pallet in my Stone Island shorts (Stone)
By the rhyme time warp
Light you up like July Fourth (Blow)
Need a Porsche Panamera with suicide
Wolf fucking Haley
I'm not fucking crazy, fucking crazy
Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
Okay, it's my turn to rap (Do that)
Fucking modern day Ian Curtis I
pussy in the air
You gon' have my whole squad like Bo
She the best
My pretty brown ting with a round ting
Your arse looking like it need a pounding
I'll
Gotta jersey from Mitchell & Ness, I ain’t even stressed, I’m doin’ the best
And I ain’t even thinkin’ ‘bout sex, my jeans are by Guess, ‘cause I
enthusiast power punk rasta
eating tuna pasta on the daily laze about my day is hazy still from the night before.
i think up ways so that rap pays the bills
in
My boy toy shop
I got blue brown & hazel eyes
Gentlemen and naughty guys
Uncut or circumcised
What you want no compromise
See this right here
could tell by her moaning
In the morning in the morning
I know things could get all crazy
But you made it from the hating
I know, I know
Girl you
and denied that he was God's seed
It doesn't come as a surprise that meet the Nazi's
I live to see the day that Rabbi's decree their cocks reclipped at birth
And headed for the border with somebody's daughter
It takes one second to check in and say hi
After everything that happened no time goes by
It's a dream
a domino effect with all these hoes
The way that I'm knockin' them down, one by one, that's how that shit go
She eatin' me up, it's so good, yeah
She do
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