Lyrics:
álbum si te lo hice yo
Vuelve y saca otro álbum cuando sepas hacerlo todo by your fucking own
Desagradecidos no quiero al lado mía tampoco al lado de mis
Whuh!..
Yeah...
Whoaaaa.. (It's Friooo)
We was really outside trapping and y'all stayed in (EASTSIDE)
We was posted in the hood right by the pavement
This that red shirt Shaggy Rogers
Shine too hard to sleep
Need doctor
Walk on ceiling holy father
Gotta exercise these monsters
I grew up to son my
album's hot and your album's not
I done been getting movie deals
I done been getting paid like Vinzel
I done been by ?
And five double o's
And 1 2's
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio nigga, and do it again
To the beat y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on cause I don't stop
on this album I just signed ta Diplomat yesterday
What's really good
(I mean, I mean the album is done I mean
You know you on the next joint you on my
that, I'd rather be loud and I like swearin'"
From the first album even the gals were like, "Tight lyrics, dreamy eyes"
But my f- mouth was nightmareish
the day I came out, I was like, "Merits?
Fuck that, I'd rather be loud and I like swearin'"
From the first album even the gals were like, "Tight lyrics,
high)
No more questions Eazy E
Paint the picture the beat my easel
Y'all don't know just what I mean
Me and B we snapping on the beat, produced by Fackler
by the phone
Like I'm the bitch and you're my bone
Little do you know
Little do you know
Why would you even know?
Lost your head
You're so far gone
Bet
Drop a bomb like it's Hiroshima
No heavy metal but she's a screamer
Don't like the bitch so I fuck then leave her
Y'all talking shit so I up
livres ça écrase les moustiques (bzz)
Un doigt dans l'engrenage puis j'rentre au bercail
C't'album y'a mille mains un peu comme les Hentais (mais nan)
Cet
Yo, I've been sat back, relaxed with rap, I almost let the passion pass
Procrastinating rapping Have them asking where the album at
So fuck it, y
Yo, I've been sat back, relaxed with rap, I almost let the passion pass
Procrastinating rapping Have them asking where the album at
So fuck it, y
She asks me why
I'm just a hairy guy
I'm hairy noon and night
Hair that's a fright
I'm hairy high and low
Don't ask me why
Don't know
It's not
product it's bound to get ejected This shit is protected by computron And hard drives and main frames that it's downloaded on Virtual criminal, subtitle
what to believe anymore
But in the end it doesn't matter we'll be saved by nuclear war
You're so strange, why so strange
You're so strange, why so
heart and broke it
Couldn't tell the story it's too saddening
A mystery who does doobs, but he, never shaggy, 'cause
He always staying happy
But in
I guess this is what I mean
If I tell you I'm sorry
Why is it that I feel I must apologize
To any and everybody whose
Seen inside my mind, look
a bottle of Hennessy and gave the rest
Of it to the audience Y’all
Know y’all drink that bottle
Too if I had a daughter at that time
Would I
Have went
Only time of the day I get to spend on my own
I was trippin' off how I used to sleep at ya crib
Should drive by right where you live, and pick you up
guest for y'all
He go by the name of Drag Dash, get 'em man
Guess who's back in your buildin? ya big pimpin
Your big disc got Drag Dash on, now come on,
but that shit is all true
Me and my brother got a hundred fifty reasons or more
Why they live inside the wall and hide under the floor
They haven't
Y'all been hitting me up on like Snapchat and Instagram and s*** asking if I quit music
Darn no, I didn't quit music
Man, I just paused for a minute
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