Lyrics:
of the heights
And my love deficit got me livin' off likes
(INFLUENCERRRSSS!)
You should call me Marcel Marceau
Cuz by the time that I mime my growth
I'll be
sampler that you're bumping right now
This might be your callin' to our carnival grounds
Tell me this mutha fucka, truly, how you livin?
Ever get the urge
your album sales wasn't doing too good
Who's the Doctor they told you to go see?
Y'all better listen up closely
All you - that said that I turned pop,
your hood
And when your album sales wasn't doing too good
Who's the Doctor they told you to go see?
Y'all better listen up closely
All you niggas
your hood
And when your album sales wasn't doing too good
Who's the Doctor they told you to go see?
Y'all better listen up closely
All you niggas
dancing in the aisle 'cause the radio
Is singing you a song you know
And the kid at the counter is gawking at your grace
I can tell what he's thinking by
some dogs, we just some dogs
[Method Man]
By any means necessary, it's on
Bitch, your fucking with a dog, all I wanna do is bury some bones
Take
don't want the bends
None of my shit be making no sense
Album on the way
Bitch I ain't catching no fades
Sun hitting me like rays
Bitch I ain't catching
Though it's easy for a loser
To be jealous of a winner that's
Just the way that it is
Do you ever look back at
Some of your performances and
Look at your
Give a dog a bone, bitch I'm with this pretty poodle
Posted at the bone fish
Take a shot of bourbon
Followed by some ale
Got it hot as hell
Cause I
me ride
You by my side big girl, yo we will never die
I'll be your Hollywood eyes and send you swingin' baby
Bring it home to pappa and Rock
call you the stupidest
You can't fuck with me and it seems pretty ubvious
Oops I mean obvious
Could write your whole death out by scene like a novelist
make a plan, a plan
The man who made this album
I hope the outcome
Is how I wanted
I am being taunted
By idiots
Y'all is hideous
This album shall be
So AlexdaKid and KidinaKorner checking me out daily
My latest album making waves already
Check me out I’m Number One in New Releases Baby
Headed
than who not that safe at my house
Get caught by my trap treat your ass like a mouse
Yea I wanna smoke
Is it exotic though
I got a bitch and my bitch
the type, give him an inch? He takin' a yard
'cause see, he the type of cat that be thinkin' he hard
I told him if he gonna come, he got ta come by eight
it's true
You cannot change my mind, i cannot change your mind
Wish we could compromise but really, dude, it may be time to stop
Stop hanging around,
even speak your mind
I just want to be more like my furry companion
And make my day, by just goin' for a ride
Just me and the dog
Just me and the dog
"Brra-Tat-Tat" so you betta watch out
Ouch!
Bitch I got money too
"Trilla" album comin' soon
Triple C's, 305, B-O-E give us room
Whip the keys
Back in the days, into the chamber 36
Big Tig' putting it down in dirty mix
Provided by EQ
Test me and my crew, guarantee you lose
Man your whole crew
locked
Everybody doing them
I'm still stretching on the block
Like "Damn, I'ma be a failure"
Surrounded by thugs, drugs
And drug paraphernalia cops, courts
you talk, your skill's going downhill
Put on a skin, yeah I'm lookin swag today
Rich, I'm skilled by the way
Rich, just so you know
Jump on that stuff
strikes
Finna be your third time losing
You fucking stupid, I'm cooling
Blowing some earth, wind, and fire
I use my Bic to ignite it
Where I'm from niggas
forget me it's, by my side
Ye-yeah ye-yeah ye-yeah, by my side (ooh)
The murder capital mo' mayhem, yes it's thriller
Put four in your head, have you
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