Lyrics:
Anthony, go for another guy
Bitch I'm talking to somebody else, why do you dick ride
Bitch acting up in science, no, Bill Nye
Bitch, you pissing everybody
talkin too me
Niggas can't be talkin too me
I leave his ass R.I.P
SRT skirt on yo block make it screech
You can't get saved by no bell you ain't Screech
We
not impressed by you thoughts
Spreading them buns like u hitting them squats
I am a boss and I build
Enjoying the view from the hills
I'm eating good
usually a bum
Childhood menace, if you knew me I was fun
High tech scope, I could shoot a movie with a gun
Sororities ain't nothing, drinking trulys in
at the fucking bums you hang around with)
Ten verses, my nigga. It is what it is. This shit don't stop
Hold up
Niggas getting charted, I'm not saying it to stunt
The day when the people bum rushed the ocean
From the beaches they ran to meet the day after
Underneath the waves won't repeat the same chapter
Knew
ain't never had a fifty, you ain't had a hun'
You ain't never had a quarter ticket, lil' dirty bum
I bet I'll have ten M's when I'm thirty-somethin'
Hollywood
Sometimes I get so God Damned sick of these charades
This town is so opaque, I swear the bums are wearing shades
But I know that I?d be
delectable
The unreliable style's undetectable
Like I might rap like an English chap
Take you by the knickers and I'll bum your slap
You didn't think we
fight
The bill collectors, they ring my phone
And scare my wife when I'm not home
Got a bum education, double-digit inflation
Can't take the train
cause I was bringing them packs out
I'm too tough I can never go back down
He better move or I'm clearing his background
Like EK we know you a bum
Mercedes rotte
Do shopping by the zingari rulotte
Palmiro Togliatti by night
Walk the street where the bum fights
Touch my rhymes an take AIDS
Narcos
I thought I'd have it figured out by now
I'm sorry that I'm sleeping on your couch
It's just that I'm alone and freaking out and got nobody to call
we'll go and see it (let's go)
Them guys watch like personal (yeah)
Sure mans back out turtle (yeah)
Told 'em wait 'til I blow up
This whole drop by
And her pride is a higher horse
Than some bum of a man upon a steed
The handle's rough,
She works it smooth
Hardened by the pace
The handds get though
gonna stop the chill
I buy a cup of coffee with a five dollar bill
Thinking, laying in that box people look so still
At times like these you start
up/
I been fed up as a bitch, feelin setup by life’s shit/
Medicated in a whip, head to Vegas wit the click/
Not that famous or too rich, still
hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
fight
The bill collectors, they ring my phone
And scare my wife when I'm not home
Got a bum education, double-digit inflation
Can't take the train
max wysyłam lirykę tak jak fax
Reprezentuję Warszawę tak jak Dortmund Spacks
Kocham mikrofon tak jak Bill Cosby kocha saksofon
Póki nie zwiesi się
well
He had it coming but why does no one care
Louis Walsh can grab a woman
By the bum on telly?
Like it's something socially acceptable
I hope I never
This is what happens when you call the cops
You get your rights violated or
You all get shot
I'm sick of people getting
Victimized by criminal cops
a million pricks
Brought gold billion wicks
I was tricked by an elderly dick
Who said flames are the lame til you're rich
I get brain-ache writing blocks but
more
I just hope that you can't stand me no more, yeah yeah yeah (yeah, ay)
When shit got rough man ain't nobody wanna stand by me
Now everybody
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