Lyrics:
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Boy I ain’t done til I’m number 1 like 2-3
Boy try to stop me, you gone have to shoot me
Boy bought a vest next bulletproof S U-V
Boy I’m doing me
could be fuckin' his mistress I got three hoes like it's Christmas
I'ma send her home to a man, leave her satisfied Just so we know that we did shit
Got
everybody that really buys rap
Don't wanna listen to any guys yap
Fly, this will leave you in the sky cap
Three X
We test the best
Reflect cause you're
or not you're not gon' be the fucking pilot
I know you know my number you can dial it (dial it)
You got to know by now
That I'm really unstoppable
Try
money
You might reinstate the draft and I'm gettin bummy
So I clear my head by goin testin testin one two testin
And countin my blessings
And pray for
This is revolution shit
Uh, yeah, c'mon and get down
Uh, yeah, c'mon and get down
Uh, yeah, hey
The year is 2020, the number
A little somethin'
King)
So how the hell I'm 'gon lose
To one of y'all dudes when the album drop I'm 'gon eat (Nacirema)
You got the number one spot, really think you hot
I'm down with
'Til I replied, "the Navy Seals outfit"
They told me my album was coconuts so they rewound it
I knew they was hypnoholics by how
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
Sponsored by Heavenbound
My name is Scarub
I got a question for ya
[Chorus]
[PSC]
P to the S to the see
By request to be fresh equals how I rap
debris
And bad programs of landmines
That remind me of the sexiest of slow jams
I pull a Glock or fiver murder the group by numbers
I was nursed by
number three
Y:Tom Jefferson stayed up to write
The Declaration late at night
So he and his wife had a great big fight
And she made him sleep
making a toast
I Go by the name of Jay Prevost
Playing those numbers in a drunken slumber
Can't be the drummer because I got to be the plumber
Pop another
Umm hmm p yamz
J what? This is what happens
'Sup Jeff you leaving niggas in
The studio by theyselves yo
Ay yo puff the dutch
Don't make me fuck shit
in, & trust the process
Look
Wraith Sundays the album on the way!!
Look
That shit 100 though
Written By: William Wheeler, Mr Red Sparks
the kennel
Rat, talking to the cops like that
On a 3-4 P, you can't cop like that
You ain't have a chance, fly from Japan
Talk to the judge, get you out
a demo
Switch up ya ammo, fill out the memo
Now you got the dogs locked up in the kennel
Rat, talking to the cops like that
On a 3-4 P you can't cop
ALL MY ARTIST SORRY FOR ALL MY ARTIST
THE MONEY IS ONTHE MONEY IS ON
ON THE WAYON THE WAY
THE WAY*3THE WAY * 3
待 時機成熟 我將數字返 還 給 你 們When the time is
salad, erotic dance seulement dix dollars, only 10 dollars.
And a reminder guys, please have your minors out of here by 8pm.
But maintenant sur le
is what I spit
commit schmurder when he go live
1 - 2 like 3 4 5
That's a math bar
backwards niggas should call me Ssaksar
ya padre! pinche tu
impressed by her nose job
And it all in like a bus stop
Rip rip yah I'm rippin
Got 1, 2 ,3 I'm trippin
Rip rip yah I'm rippin
If u got the sauce I'll be
that soul and murdered facts
Was living a lie I figured that I
Would sit and rewrite; rewind
The Monsterpiece and all will see
What I know I can be
By
and the cops
Up at Fogo de Chao asking for lamb chops
And you can still catch me right here if this album flops
They posting they numbers like we can't tell they
[Dappy:]
Yeah it's D A P's To The Y and it's time for some, look it's time for some excercise I mean sexercise!
I ain't On Buying you flowers I'm
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