Lyrics:
to the dome
poted dank, fools its your choice
niggas hate my face but they love my voice
and just like that, i make them ball and nob
kiss the hand of a true
and Ren
And I don't plan to leave this bitch, so y'all better just buckle in
Hip hop today's a joke, all these rappers soundin' stupid
With your high
Made it look so easy 마치 abc
난 유일무이해 I don't do average
내 주위 물 들여 초록색 led
Save ya self don't play ya self
무덤덤 한 무식은 dumb bad for your health
무덤 도
down for a BMI
Who writes your shit, bitch? Just me and I
Why you bitches act scary and dark? It's just dumb
You would pop a damn tit tryna shoot off
Yeah, your fault.
You are such a hoser.
There's no way I'll ever do another record with you hoser.
Okay, that's fine! I'll do a solo album.
Fine
comptent .3.5.7
Drive by speed dans une 407
Mon son résonne de Nice jusqu'à Sete
Dans 5 piges je f'rai pendre vos têtes
Ici ça taffe dur, y a d'la pure
by
Can you tell me why
Why everything gotta be about you?
Now you ain't getting love
And you see how much we do
This something we getting used to, damn
Ain't gotta say pause nigga
It's truly yours nigga, one of the greatest
We in the class by ourselves
Give a fuck if you played us
Winning gold like
don’t mess with you dudes why would I fuck with your tunes
When I started you thought it was easy you’re wrong nigga
Blue ticks is all you get from me I’m
disguise
Chorus x2
Why don't you lift up another
You can make a change
You know that you can make a difference
Your love can light the way
Love can light
hoping that you trap
I'm just hoping you try to try me
Get drag around by your suit tie
You can catch me in the foreign city
Where they don't even know I
and I'm all so fly
Hoes bop when I pass by 'cause they know I'm a fly guy
Show my grill and your stuck still she a han cap(handicap) and I'm a fuck her
One day my son will lose someone and reminisce
I hope it's me when I'm a hundred and three
Your homeboy getting killed that's some bad shit to see
I
grades up
I like girls pretty without no makeup
Your bae's Cinderella 'cause she
All made up (Ha ha ha)
Back from the Gulag
With a few mags and a new frag
on Klay Thompson
Tryna play with DAMI, leave your ass up in the coffin
Ayy, but stop playin' with me, man, I need to let y'all know
Stop fuckin'
One day my son will lose someone and reminisce
I hope it's me when I'm a hundred and three
Your homeboy getting killed that's some bad shit to see
I
flows to funny die them go cry the laugh
Olosho wear your clothes I'm not here to straff
Chop till my belle big Lekki round about
2 million per show
Chucky Smash Now close your eyes..visualize and see what we be
Seeing...eveident with the evidence...nobody be
Freeing...wisdom...release
first album, it shipped gold
That's a insult, considering I did this one in Kinko's
I'm dying to see what this will sold
Will the critics diss it at all,
roll with the boy and you know why
She likes to burn it, I like to burn it
Go to your radio station ya can hear me
Pretty girl in my section come near me
me like you don't wanna
Come see me but you don't wanna
Come see me when it's yours
I'm knee-deep put it down when you
Come see me why you don't
little nigga put me on
Drop albums hot freestyles
So let me hit them with
A little bit of Flipmode
Bust your head then bust your rhymes
You better cut
question the set
So much bread and cheese I'm trying to out pizza the hut
Not the shooter, .45 connect your head to the butt
Feel unstoppable cause I done
smoking on a pack
And your gang didn't drop that
Then sorry, but you're nothing but a nerd
They're saying "Clavish, you're the hardest"
Tell me something I
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