Lyrics:
make up a law
Can't take it no more, niggas is fake to the core
My state pen friends'll leave you broke and naked up north
Bet it all on the Terror
I'm gone get rich
Off this mac
You can't have her
So you a simp son
And I knew all this shit
Was finna fuckin come
Just like I seen it
On the mother
mask it
Never shook I stay on go, make something shake and watch what happen
I'll know all I need to know by my observation and approach
You niggas
to fucking continue
Nothing will be soothing, yeah I don't think you motherfuckers have it in you
See, I'm not wise, I don't know shit about anything at all
dimples
Caught em out lacking
Choked him out like a Simpson
You gone have to pray to God
When we send it through ya temple
Huhhh
When It's day time
I pop
then we all (?)
Move your back and
Move your bel-ly-ly-ly-ly
No doubt, my lovely have to run the country
I'mma set up the riddim of it
Move me
Move
Homer Simpson, point me where the red at
Y'all link up just to talk about these hoes, where the bread at
She keep askin' me for gifts like Santa, where
all? You can have it back)
Cause I can throw it away
I can leave it all behind, it's all the same
I love the rush, love performing, I don't wanna
forgiven me, I'll do it all again
Cause you missed the lesson, if you thought we were friends (stupid!)
I'm here to strip you of your armaments, dining
Christian
Want you but can't afford to, I had you on my wishlist
Wish you wasn't so hasty, you tell me that you miss me
I'm married to the game
We all have
All your love I roll it up
Like the weed up in my blunt
Baby girl you got me stuck
I know you're my favorite drug
Watching Netflix rolling blunts
I'm, gone
You can't trust a word that they say
'Cause friends will turn to foe in a day
Is it real or an act?
For the pride or a bag?
They'll put
wouldn't let me crack em
Feels like I'm losing my mind I wish I could track him
Can't feel any love think I need a potion
Maybe it’ll help get rid of these
gave him a Good Guy doll
A new best friend, Andy's got it all
Then surprisingly Chucky starts to say
His real name is Charles Lee Ray
Formerly known
Simpson family hardly spoke
With seven kids, it wasn't a joke
Just meeting at night on the sofa
All trying to watch TV
Tucked away in North West
will pierce your dome like an arrow
I'm sure it will, especially if it's God's will
MC's you ready to die cause I'mma kill
All you negative feelings
Girl I see you in you dancing by yourself across the room
Is it the red wine or is it the way that your body move
I've gotta know
If you're givin me
and support they've shown (my fans)
I admit if it wasn't for them, I wouldn't have never stayed strong (for them, oh)
Now I'm not trippin' on all of these
definition of step pops
My shit is real, my shit is raw
My shit is authentic
And you can't spell "bars" without
Puttin' that "Ars" in it
Y'all niggas hear me?
your Hands, hold your Hands, hold you Hands up!
I wasn’t born to be Bart Simpson. You can’t stay eleven forever
Now, past Infancy I learnt my Lessons
truss it
Can't truss it
Can't truss it
Can't truss it
Kickin' wicked rhymes
Like a fortune teller
'Cause the wickedness done by Jack
Where
up on the lot
It's V.I.P. parkin, walked in sparkin
Ain't nobody chargin, feelin like a sergeant
They all linin up, all nines and up
And I better
Me too, I'm fucking her too
Can't, fucking her too?
We should get them bands up
Get all the woes calling.
Pumped up in there all this
Could
all over to a face I can trust
You don't know where the wind's gonna blow
And since you can't take it with you ]
Better give it away before you go
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