Lyrics:
the Mud Shark did
Bruce is now warming up the
Important muscles of the body
In preparationin preparation for the
Real live Be-Bop
Tango Which we're gonna
Ayy
You know its Lor Tri nigga yeah ayy
Blow on who lor nigga imma drift off
Slammin on the box like a young Nigga chris paul
1 2 3 Do the dash then
Whachu goin' back?
Back up under the attack
Wanna see the path
Blocked off from it by the ad
They can't touch it, boy
They can't touch it, boy
They
& Aitch
Cos soon we'll have it coming in by the Kilo
Boys in the team
A don't need to convince
Cos they already ken
Like a don't need to drop hints
Nae one
Still Lex knows
Gasoline jumper on with the most fly livest Gortex made in Mexico
Bricks Fifteen Five
Celine Dion ties
Two Thousand dollar bubble
hear about the boy in the balloon?
I sit back and just enjoy the show
Let me live in the dark
Don't you turn the lights on
I know you think I'm a mark
shit I'm trynna live twice wanna leave it how it is
Feed all them niggas then stop it
Let them know that their life In your pocket
Don't smoke with
You wait just a minute, Paul! It is ignorant, hateful talk like yours
That makes this world a place our boys could not live in!
They were not
band
Twenty inch rims, on me suspension
Foreign replay, and not forge my stunna
Dressed everyday, in the latest fashion look
Boys the enemy, best
Jake Paul's where they want to rank y'all
Put em' in a racecar and hope they really race far
Yeah said I hope they really race far
I just wanna live
I
all the time
I see you in my dreams
Baby boy, not a day goes by
Without my fantasies
I think about you all the time
I see you in my dreams
Ah,
all the time
I see you in my dreams
Baby boy, not a day goes by
Without my fantasies
I think about you all the time
I see you in my dreams
Ah,
where them ducks was at.
I know ur boys still remember them bubble baths.
I ain't had to do that shit.
But I did that shit, kuz that's jus how my love
7 years have gone by
Some friends moved on to their promised land
But their hearts are still in touch
I live the life I promised you
I hope you did
You wait just a minute, Paul!
It is ignorant, hateful talk like yours
That makes this world a place our boys could not live in!
They were not
they talkin' 'bout man, okay
I'm comin' straight up outta that chat room, and live from the message board
I'm at the crib all by myself, chattin'
killers deep in the jungle
And its effects are less if we could live in a bubble
But the thing we keep learning is ain’t no turning from trouble
She looking
boy You are now caught in the midst of original Wigsplitter killer criminals Better Watch out boy you might die! You know you can't play me, baby, gotta
go by, so you know I meant it
In school I was so shy, timid
Two pairs of jeans I'd alternate, bummy clothes, I 'member
Beggin' my mom for K-Mart
about to bust your bubble like a tree lord
Too much marijuana got me p-noid
I'm killing instrumentals with that All So Simple Can It Be, boy
Shout to Lil
serves hot shit with no oven mitts
Who cares for the black boy
With his bubble lips
And facial hair coarse as
Saint Paul grass we would tumble in
Waving
motherfuckin' mouth BOY
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Tech N9ne]
They don't want me to live in the end of my block
'cause when I get to the killer I don't stop
leave
I can’t lie she went live w no stream
Mix that money w dirty n clean dey no
Ion give a fuck run it up by any means
Im like yadadiemean?
They
are good
And your mercies endure forever ah aye
In you I live and have my being
Oh aye
Your name is great and your blessings
Dey flow forever ah aye
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