Lyrics:
forget it, now I've said it
You've got no excuse
Yay e yay e yay e yeh
Yay e yay e yay e yeh
Yay e yay e yay e yeh
Revenge is sweet - look out all my
rapping last Christmas
Time 2 unpackage your gift (album is here)
SOS
Stuck on success
Yes, I’m
Stuck on success
Yes, I’m
Stuck on success
Mama told
J'ressors à bord d'une ambulance quand j'vais au Gymnasium
E-cigarettes branchées, mon Mac c'est une chicha pomme
"This is the best I ever had"
J'me prends
J'ressors à bord d'une ambulance quand j'vais au Gymnasium
E-cigarettes branchées, mon Mac c'est une chicha pomme
"This is the best I ever had"
J'me prends
excuses, no mistakes and no more lyin'
(Ain't no more lying)
Right by ya side (Right by ya)
Long as you tryin' (Long as you trying)
But I been grounded way
.
Right back up in your mothafuckin' ass
9-5 plus four pennies, add that shit up
D.R.E. right back up on top of thangs
Smoke some with your Dogg
No
the message you on cc now
I make you albums sound like EPs now
I get better by the hour
Pussy comes with the power
Got yo bitch in the corner sending signals
Why, I'm headed to no where? Yeah
My GPA ain't even in the 2s
Being lazy in class
Got me feeling imprisoned by the school
System i got canibis in my
Featuring E 40
E 40 talking: Mack OneDime excuse me playboy
Aiight check this out aiight nigga check this out
We crimeys right that
Featuring E 40
E 40 talking: Mack OneDime excuse me playboy
Aiight check this out aiight nigga check this out
We crimeys right that
Y'all want to know why the album is late
I've been giving y'all time to get the last one straight
T-O-T-P back when me and Doc put them days in
the light
But who really cares we just throw it in the air
Celebrating wealth pouring moet in her hair
Excuse me her weave the blue is a weave
Trunk full
moi, I’m sorry
Excuse moi, I’m sorry
Lay down with ur hoe, her body cover by money
I ain’t got no worries
I ain’t got no worries
Going up wit my homies
.
Right back up in your mothafuckin' ass
9-5 plus four pennies, add that shit up
D.R.E. right back up on top of thangs
Smoke some with your Dogg
No
second is getting tougher
And not to mention the music
This album is never coming
I keep on doing these features
But solo tracks are amounting
I'm running
This is music to be murdered by
Got a premonition
I feel the end is near
The beauty starts to fade
My joy has turned to pain
I hear the symphony
I'm trying to say is that my mum is
Confined in a space no need to keep finding the way
To survive she became binded to stay
Rotting away, she blindly
Wassup Pinky
You ready?
Sempre que saiu do ciple, me and my mandem be upping the ante
Coming at me all from all angles like 50, no wonder you is
baby
Check this shit out right here, uh
E Pluribus Unum is the album I'ma drop
It'll make you bitch niggas as hard as rocks
Giving head
back in action man we at the kitchen table with it
Albums from the kitchen table niggas ain't got no excuses
What's up, wow
the album with no filler
I'm MJ when he made Thriller
In my prime - like Deon
Like Optimus, I got to bust a rhyme
And obviously I'm clockin but you still
Ye ain't big-big whippin'
Ye ain't steady tip-tippin'
No girl gettin', homie
You ain't fresh azimiz
Think ye is (think ye is)
But ya ain't (but ya
P man
How you doin' man? My name is Frankie Anto, man
But my friends, they call me Frank B
Oh word man? Nice to meet you, man
So yo man E, what
P man
How you doin' man? My name is Frankie Anto, man
But my friends, they call me Frank B
Oh word man? Nice to meet you, man
So yo man E, what
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