Lyrics:
the mixture
Of some lovely hot water
Steaming like a lovely sauna
This Green was the big thing
It was taken over by me
Reflecting on the fact
That your form
Tree by Fall Out Boy
Jimmy Eats World Bleed American
Red Hot Chili Peppers Californication By The Way
Gimme Some Peter Bjorn and John
The Avett Brothers
served
Ordered hot coffee, my mouth is used to burns
Only getting chicken when I'm out, I'm used to birds
Always chasing chicken when I'm out, I'm used
inscribed on the list of people I am not inspired by
I rap considerably well
So if you're considered hot then consider me Hell
I've been cracked for awhile
Just to get a glimpse, girls breakin' they neck, man
Blinded by the light glistenin' off the brake lane
Bow hot as ever, I ain't lost no step
Bro (Bro)
The NEON iCON album, are you serious?
It finally came out today
Are you serious bro? (What? What?)
Bro, crank the windows down, I'm about
to my CD
You see right now ain't no other rappers hot but me
Oh yeah, Pac and B.I.G. RIP
But if you ain't feeling the same way press Eject
I'll even give
make an album
Album, album, album, album
Feel like I lost myself
When I found temptation
Lord I read the bible
The Tuttie James edition
Reap what you
Inspiration
Where are you
I've been waiting
Where are you
I've been patient
Where are you
Planned to take a break from music and I wrote an album
This is a public service announcement brought to you in part by MC Pooja
The views and opinions expressed in this album are entirely that of MC
shit
But then she told me that was from an Arctic Monkey song
I said, what album is it on
She said, it's on the one with
Why'd you only call me, why'd
and how it sit on the rims
Or I could tell you why I'm hot and disappear like MIMS
But the bars there, put that on God, ask a atheist
And if I ain't
fuckin' way
But here I am, workin' in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio
album baby, I came back around
By myself this time, back off the wall
Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
album baby, I came back around
By myself this time, back off the wall
Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
of Ft. Meyers
I got principles nigga that's what I live by
I ain't got rap feature and I'm still alive
Not 1 my 3 album is you surprised worth my
Criticizing na the bad thing
When you know say the facts are so wrong
Backbiting by your own gee
No like it no like it
Bad man just they do like something
If
to bloom
from pavement despite looming gloom accumulated by fumes.
Warn your county when the album drops
and watch how we split the ground for blocks.
Haters Dont Get It (EXPLICIT) 120:000 BPM
Yeah Boy
Tonight me want to introduce you to the rudest lyricist
Hot like fire him hot like that
Come down
every time I'm by you!
This my second album, I'm back with the hits (Wit' the hits)
On the Rise was a hit, but this shits the illest (It's the illest)
from the norms
And soon millions of folk
Records were being sold
By the early sixties, Dylan, Baez, Phil Ochs
Were doing intellectualized copies
Uh, you know I still run with that, that blood of a slave
Boiling in my veins
It's just hot until a nigga can't take it no more
Blood of a slave,
Uh, you know I still run with that, that blood of a slave
Boiling in my veins
It's just hot until a nigga can't take it no more
Blood of a slave,
it, homicide on anybody siding with it
I am Richard Pryor fire, lighter to a diaper, hot shit
I get excited by the shit that you liking
'Cause you
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