Lyrics:
It's your main mane making a deposit
Got hella art inside of my closet
Bet your boy is an artist
Chew
You
Up
Like a
Charleston, Charleston - yuh
I
on the run
If you wanna come and get it
You come and get it, get some
I chew you up in a quick minute
Spit you out, and then I'm done
'Cause
Imma cut you up
Do that shit a little better
Put a little emphasis in it
Shit not just rap no more
Huh
I aint been to church in a minute
I ain't been to church in
church
Push it push it smack down raw put that limit down
Pack that with the perc
Smoking on that og od sour kush that holy purp
Like jesus got holy
of America
Started out in church and finished with Angelica
And now I dig it in the dirt
And I'll be down here for a while
I'm down here for a while
make it squirt
If he say she scared the nigga scared
Point him to the nearest church
She know im better than her nigga
I get her wetter than her nigga
Pète-toi la tête su'é murs, ho
No don't slow it down, c'est le temps de turn up, okay
Purp and vodka dans le styrofoam cup, okay okay
Do a lot
a hearse/ see every fuckin verse/ we hit em where it hurt
Yo we puttin in this work, we put 'em in the dirt the pastor still preachin/ all up in the church
iron now
Run upon 'em cock it back tie 'em down
If he try to move then I gotta lie him down
From why O aka Riot Town
I used to buy it
shake 'em on down
Put on your night shirt, mama, and your morning gown
Well, you know by night I'm sure gonna shake 'em on down
Shake it, shake it
Out in the wild African Savanna
Bongi the Buffalo am I
I'm pretty dangerous or so they say
Even though I may look shy
Don't be fooled by my good looks
ain't over
The party ain't over
It's three a.m. and it's too many women
She's just beginning the time of her life
So tell the DJ, J,J,J,J
Turn
She just wanna party on the weekends
Still make it to church on Sunday
She just wanna make it into Heaven
And still hit the club with her best friend
like a producer missing a beat
Do my dance you missing my genes
Got some bread now my pockets is yeast
Share it down but I ain't no jes-
Us running
at the river by the Nile (by the Ni)
I know you remember the titans (‘member)
You know we got the touch
Like we work for Midas (it’s true)
Like my cookie with
Harlem, uh huh uh uh cold baloney
Mayonnaise and bread
If it wasn't for cold baloney by now
Don't y'all
Don't y'all know I would've been dead
I wanna take
filthy rags and I just can't brag
Comes by grace the measure of faith
Crucified the rebel that had been enslaved
From the White House to the Church
looking cockeyed (Cockeyed)
Laugh about it
I hate to rhyme (I hate rhyme)
Slowin down ya time
On a boat, the islanders
OK I'm getting
MY land
My people,
It's james bitch, no harden
I chew you like Charleston
Sights of a sniper, I don't aim at the chest
I get down as a writer but I'm also a chef
I'd just
Bottles of the aesop
Ask J lo get my peso ASAP
Lookin' with her face out
What the fuck you spaced out?
You don't get the picture
Well I gotta get it traced
on your mind
Wrong way me and you can make it right
Tell God that the devil made me cry
I don't wanna cry
Love hurts everyday yea all the time
Nightmares
you
Now let's take it one by one
And evaluate what you do
A lukewarm Catholic is the one
Who goes to church out of habit
And doesn't pray often enough
by stolen medicine
So how you chase a dream and watch it cross adjacent streets?
This shit is art to me, starving so he can off a beat
That's just my
and I'm heartless (yeah)
There's a bitch that's in my vision, that bitch is a target (brrr)
Lawyer is a Jew, he gon' chew up all the charges
Don't matter
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