Lyrics:
on my head just for your album, bruh
Tell me lil' boy
If it's beef I can chop this shit up
Like it's prime and treat you like you Optimus
My chain is
How much is too much
Overdose n such
Naloxone coming clutch
Beat the buzzer
Buy a hummer
Treat my girl all summer
I'm dumb
Drugs make me dumber
Still
frustrated 'cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap sh-
frustrated 'cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap shit
a chase
It's comin' from Cali we send the weight in a straight
Panda Express we got bigger plates
Don't worry 'bout me 'cause I'm feelin' great
N***** fake
sound fucked up but they not all doin' great
Oh my God please, can I have a conversation with a
Member of my family without it endin' asking me for five
Hey man, it's Jeremy, uh, your manager. I just wanted to run a few ideas by you. Um, I'm really having trouble pitching your music around, I gotta be
krasse Partys
Ich hab' den ganzen Sommer
Lang nur drugs getaked
Kann mich kaum erinnern
Aber es war fucking great
War mit Spinning 9 bei Soulja Boy in
5, 6, a-5, 6, 7, 8
Bathing beauty, on the beach
Bathing beauty, say hello
What a cutie, what a peach
Bathing beauty, watch her go
(Alright, Meg,
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it?s hard to believe
Well it?s true homeboy, it?s not a lie
I used to sell tapes on sunnyside
I used
a beach view hike the peaks of macchu pichu
Or watch that same old Disney movie while we're sitting on the couch
We'll walk along the great wall and watch
the opps
Call Lyor great while they make rape Russell docs
Nah
(Okay, yeah)
(Hit-Boy)
Yeah (G.Ry got me)
Bitch, you have never said a clever line
Melo ni ki nro Olorun mi melo ni ki n soo
Melo ni ki nro Olorun mi melo ni ki n soo
In deep thoughts oh my God i can't recount
In deep thoughts oh my
still dont love b****es
My G-n****s, holler if ya hear me (Gangstas!)
Speak it loud and clearly
If you feel me raise your cups (East Side, Long Beach
Cincinnati.
Duck n' child support. Never show up fa court. Couple felonies N---az always come up short.
I am a Black Boy.
He is a Black Boy.
We are black
snow bunnies they be posted by the beach
I'm a self made n**** I'm a dog off the leash
Need a bad yellow bone that be bad like Alicia Keys
You would
Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
Hey man so far I've been listenin' to your album
And I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beadie to
You
mehn
Head boys e ti wa gan si n wa'se ni mehn
Half a million for a show, tun gba MTCMo n je'se Spectranet
Won ni good server n'ibeyen you dey ask how you
Outcasted to the shadows 'cause you don't look right
Hypnotized by the eyes from the average muthafucka
Chrome to his dome, if he cries, he's a busta
There's
its life events mine surrounded by my albums like release dates as if they were keeping track for me because they were interested we were all a little
a backroad go real slow N let the country side give us a beat Or we could take a Long drive down 65 Till we land our feet on a beach
Yeah we could take
known at the time for hits from Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam and they had this massive hit by the Backstreet Boys, All I Have To Give. Every so often I rip him
on
I be that, girl who straight pop from the N.Y.
Doing my thing, all day, yeah it's her
Nicolette on the track, matter fact, bring it back
Tell me
aiming for the throne
No baby seats
You or ya man get it
We sending shots at ya hea
Ny style like a rude boy yankie fitted
Like bottle drinks wit no sip in
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