Lyrics:
points with The girl's parents, Ken and Gloria
My next door neighbors, by taking the group out to dinner at Olive Garden, saying he knew
The head chef
it off
(No they are saying you cannot do it)
Take that shit off, lipstick and all girl
(Well let's talk about the album) Get naked baby damn ha ha
it off
(No they are saying you cannot do it)
Take that shit off, lipstick and all girl
(Well let's talk about the album) Get naked baby damn ha ha
newspapers that pushed your album back
But it wouldn't have come out quicker if you induced labor
If you said something doper, I'd probably quote ya
But
and secondary
'Cause I seen my friend and brother get married the same weekend
Meanwhile, me and my girl are barely even speaking
Man, new beginnings and harsh
and I said
Damn that girl got pipes galore (damn)
I hit her up to see if she was down for singing more
And now we Night and Day
Bringing the music to your
as you read
Quit the new beau and my crush hates me now
I'm fifty states away so ask me about your day
If you listen to the album I sent you
You
rehearsal I'm sick
My album is like one long AIDS commercial (yuck!)
I'ma take your worst nightmare
Divide it by fair and multiply it by 9 squared
I'm
dance like if I was Albert Alien
People just love it when the Biz starts to play
With my (beatboxing), and by the way
Skeezing with a girl is
don't fuck with fakes
You a pussy, you a snake
I will punch you in your face, if I hear you speak my name
Got yeezys on my feet, your girl say that she
got the dreams right ahead keep your head up kid
And One time for the thick girls
One of the few things that can make my head twirl
And my biceps
album
Puff Daddy, enough already
Now its P. Diddy still sound shitty
How can your group be called Da Band
No body plays an insterment man
I dont
mills
My boy kitchen's done, lookin' like a flour mill
You niggas' faces lookin' like you drink sour milk
And your albums like some mothafuckin' fire
kind of girl friend I need
I just wanna succeed
And what you expect I meet and exceed all based on the chi
Believe
Baba God Blessing no go pass you by
and b.
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]
I be pulling on your hair weave, so keep it tight keep it
Tight shortie, cause girl it's gone get freaky tonight
And if you
to be humble
When I do the breaststroke through an underground tunnel
And come up on the other side in a Jacuzzi
Being greeted by two naked models with
gonna be enough
She always talks about the guys she fucked
She's 5 foot tall but you're still too short
She gets heartbroken by fucking dorks
And your
Covers, videos and all that shit
Fuck you post-Drake-ass cliche-jerking, LA-Slauson rapping
Fuck-nigga-ass Hypebeast niggas, now back to the album
word
God, I hate this art form so much
And this album is just getting increasingly incoherent by the minute
And yeah, you're right, we actually put
still your girl
With all my classes I don't have the time for life's thrills
So when you sweatin' on stage think of me when you rhyme
And don't be
on the grind
And I'm taking my time
I mean, I know you want the album but the outcome gotta be divine
I'm S.H.A.D.O.W. Superior and еverybody know it
Plus I
knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, cuz I get respect I bet you
I'm even liked better by your neice and nephew
Now you hate
wore spandex
You were a customer, you did Xanax
I'll take you and your bitch by the ear
And then smash you together like Stone Cold's beer
Being
down (tell 'em girl)
Ay yo, my rolls be Liberace
And my bedroom is off the hook all day, designed by Versace
Y'all just watch me, this is how I blow
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