Lyrics:
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
to drink not to get laid
So why don't you just go on home
If you want to moan you'll have to moan alone
You'll dance to anything...
You'll dance
down or there's gonna be a casualty
I be smoking zoots inside the god damn academy
Y'all bitches gay
That's some homosexuality
Hey, im so fucking caught
nigga?
By the end of the record I will have ended you niggas
These niggas hate to see him playing off the script that he wrote
They be like "Why he call
You said you're gonna get up off the couch
(you won't)
You said you're gonna put an album out
(you won't)
You said you're gonna go out on a limb
(you
of singles based on consumption
Because you guys don't consume full albums anymore
Y'all consume, like, two songs and then the other ten songs, nobody streams
Crew
No te conozco dime quién diablo Eres tú
La etiqueta que se bebe siempre ha Sido blue
Y el respeto que yo tengo es por My IQ
Despejando la mente en
proceed, bumpin' that that Californication, by the Red Hot
Fuck around and then hit 'em with a red dot
Y'all better not me fuckin' with me
Who, him? Yeah,
[Chorus]
(I'm comin'.)
How ya comin', baby?
(I'm comin'.)
This is how I'm comin'.
The album that I'm comin' with is rough, the flavor's mean.
'bout my life and shit
I thought the album was finished but I keep writing shit
It's kind of funny how life changed and rearranged
No matter what
don't rap haha
Fuck y'all, fuck y'all, fuck y'all, fuck y'all!
First of all, fuck MattyBallz, he can eat a tranny's balls
Thanks to wiggers like him,
The club
Why
To party and have some fun
What is it that,
Can come and take away all your stress, tell me
Music
No further questions, you have passed my
do
What's the value of her rose for exposure
Oh why?
Can't they pay a girl some mind till she's subdued or nude
She unfolded by pressure
She feels good
listening to this
Why did you force yourself to sit through this whole goddamn album
If you have such a problem with it
Also, go eat a dick or something if
Freeze my heart locked in a ice box minus 30 degrees
I'm on my sub zero shit I be letting it breeze
Just made my album in a week I did that shit with
Y'all mainstream rappers tried to kill the genre
When I can revive it by not smoking marijuana
I will also be a decent home own'a
I'ma 'finna own
Dodge her call like (brr)
Steady on top (steady on top)
Better believe
They keep praying on my fall, y'all better believe
I'ma die on top (die
the largest
Where you learn to argue college
That's when you surrounded by the oddest
Some of those folks do go the farthest
May not run the street but run
why everyone leaves ca-a
They don't give a flying fuck
Wish you got hit by a bus
Wasting your time with no luck
You hating me is a must
Always on some
rigged
Went to the brink
Y'all can run up a track
Or just concede I'm the king
Ever since a little boy protected by the light
What's up Billie ha I know
bastard style has just been stuck
By a sticker with a 'frigerator lickin'
What if how's about why would ever thought that
The napalm would bust your
By the time you hear this song
It's gon be too late
The album been done dropped
You gotta listen to what I gotta say
Gunshots ringing off in
that fat pass BY, why asks why?
Made my way through the crowd with the side to side
Then I pushed up on the tush 'cause, uh, I ain't shy!
Said,
IQ
(Pussy teachin')
Just 'cause he's cute
(Pussy preachin')
You cam on my blouse you better have a tissue
Who the fuck gon suck your man down and make
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