Lyrics:
it seriously or you can think it's funny
By '87, I was on my own, started Dangerous Music
And I made the song "These are the tales, the freaky tales"
like Tyson
Way I been carryin' these niggas, real soon I'ma have me a back like a bison
Late night, I call up my Dyson
Squeeze it real tight like
like Tyson
Way I been carryin' these niggas, real soon I'ma have me a back like a bison
Late night, I call up my Dyson
Squeeze it real tight like
and you niggas be asking for help
I'll count it up by myself
Take care of the fam by myself
Cooking it up like a chef
These niggas be asking for favors
You
beats, baby)
Great John on the beat, by the way
I don't care if it still stink, I'ma leave her alone
Even though she out here wishin' R. Kelly was
happening now
Big chain and Buss down
Airport security had to pat me down
She gone pop in for the don I'm happening now
Y'all taking too long it's happening
ghost you're a hungry ghost too
A slave to an impulse that controls you
Raised by thieves, outlaws
And rogues through
The Kali Yuga age where a solitary
We agree to disagree
Stick around for too long is misery
They singing my song it's meant to be
Been gone for too long are you missing me?
Don't let
both ways yo I'm unfazed
Unimpressed wit' these lame niggas
I don't know half of these niggas name
To name niggas i ain't a hater though
Whatever floats
magic jaun a pimp
I learned the word bitch from you,
So why can't a nigga get rich from you
These are English words
Scarred to be used by geeks
about the life
Bumped on my passenger button
I pass it long story where everyone dies
Where we go when we are false
We thought this, I thought it would
%100, my circle my cousin, my kin, and my slime
Living divine
All of these halos around me are giving me reason to shine
As long as my guardian angels see
These are the tales, the freaky tales
These are the tales that I tell so well
These are the tales, the freaky tales
These are the tales that I
These are the tales, the freaky tales
These are the tales that I tell so well
These are the tales, the freaky tales
These are the tales that I
just tryna live
All these awards, all that's missing is a BRIT
(Let me, let me break it down)
Money, cars and fame, what you are, a name
People
Yo, ASAP here
We 'bout to kill a fucking game
You know who the fuck we are
You know my motherfucking name
I fucked your dame and she bought me
the coordinates the course can be unfortunate
A long way was touring from street corner performances
Spoken in calligraphy written ill curriculum
Never to my
of a feather
We are united, and intertwined
Bounded by lineage
We are one
Tell me
How we supposed to pass and you ain't got more answers than me
Only one that's
Jingle bells
Jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Oh what fun it is to ride
Your old fatass wife
I'm making these toys, all year long
Breaking my hands,
or any tribe
From any side, or even nation
Ammunition we are facing
These guns have been placed in our hands by who
Probably the same fools that named us
flowin
The way these people be knowin
I don't want no more chains God, so the towel I throw in
It take a hook reach you people so my boy swõs gon go in
Ahh
That these people killed someone in
The name of being "prolife"
The somewhat positive
Messages of these songs are usually
The ones that sensationalists
These are the tales, the freaky tales
The tales that I tell so well
These are the tales, the freaky tales
These are the tales, the freaky tales
chains on
'Member being broke, now my money long
This a young nigga theme song
Young nigga flexin, this that theme song
Way too much money, damn my money
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