Lyrics:
love you, I'd hate you
I'm playing your stereogram
Singles remind me of kisses
Albums remind me of plans
Tonight it's love by the fire
The wind
and warmer
I pat you down with a towel
Tonight it's love by the fire
My mind goes out on the prowl
If I, if I, if I, if I, if I
If I didn't love you, I'd hate
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
and come on through
You know what fuckin happens
Every time I drop an album
And top the charts like I'm Malcolm
And how come a white man rapping
Is seen
Thratt 187 its a homicide
She said Buks scroll up and buy my premium
I told her stream the album hoe..this gas I'm kickin premium
Mommy that's the rapper
been sent this way by you
What am I
What am I supposed to do
Time is passing
Got me thinking
Should've left my phone at home
So I'd be in this moment
you off
Broad, with the cause (yeah) bitch on a mission
Keep them niggas by they nuts while you hoes be dick kissin
Missing the game, damn bitch it's
.O.C.
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
et d're-biès comme Marc en vrai
Même sans C j'fais des jokes débiles j'suis con sans trait
Fais pêter les cuivres et même un peu d'cowbell
Voix de
et d're-biès comme Marc en vrai
Même sans C j'fais des jokes débiles j'suis con sans trait
Fais péter les cuivres et même un peu d'cowbell
Voix de
On n'a pas l'temps
Que des rimes à revendre
J'repars devant pour le rechargement
À Skyrock, une bombe à retardement
Va acheter l'nouvel album
[Intro: Dig Dast (Jamel Simmons) {Gold D}]
Yo my nigga Jamel Simmons what the deal nigga?
(Gold D, Dig Dast what's goin down, what's goin down)
j'm'incline, tous les vrais sont vaincus
Aucune balle n'est perdue
Même logée dans ton cul
Délit d'fuite sur ça! Drive by sur ça!
Tise et fume sur ça! Ça sniffe
commit to what you said
Never thought that I’d wish I was dead
Now I’m haunted by the voices in my—
Otherwise they’d be one person
I am one person, and I
and all my fans are feelin it
Bitch got a bad habit, go away with the next I'm cool with it
Back on the grind or back on the mic put that album on repeat
bumpin Ghetto D by P and C and the Shock kid
Cuz most of what's on the radio today is just dog shit
My shit is so cited, I pressed it in braille
Got Helen
went and built theirs from the floor up
How the hell you gon' get me on your album and not show up
How the hell could you slow us
Got by myself nothing
it's ya biggest fan
It's not even necessary to introduce who I am
by now, cuz we're good friends
Remember the letter I wrote, before Atlanta on Up In
Loyal fans and newfound followers
Whassup y'all? Hello how are you doin out there?
You're chillin I'm winnin
Oh by the way the album's out go get
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
j'ai peur de die-ie-ie-ie
J'ai d'mandé: "Est-ce qu'un album
Peut changer l'monde?"
J'ai entendu: "Flip, Flip!", ok
J'ai d'mandé: "Est-ce qu'un album
essayer d'avancer
J'me fais tellement d'mal que j'en saigne
Le malheur est exponentiel
J'aimerais revivre la première écoute des albums qui m'ont façonné
mixtapes with features
Better than your album
Bounce Master with the Street Sweeper
For you heat seekers and them double
D cup ladies and IG divas
My mixtape
Loyal fans and newfound followers
Whats up y'all Hello how are you doin out there
You're chillin, I'm winnin
Oh, by the way, the album's out, go get
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