Lyrics:
Episode one
Meet my friends
By Kerri Renton
Illustrated by Jason Howe
In the great Australian outback
Where the cowboys and cowgirls live
The night
getting splinters (sheesh)
You ain't ready for the vault
That I've been hiding
Calculating all my movements
Jason Bourne in this bitch
James Bond in this
a message for the opps gotta get my lick back Fuck what you thought
Nah you ain’t hot
Nigga I gotta flip that
These niggas tryna plot
I can’t get caught
a nigga to the ground face down in the dirt
All my Lethal niggas they wit it wit it, big faces we get it get it
Plenty capers done did it did it Its
Did I tell you that I like it
Girl, I like your love
And everything about it
You're all I'm ever thinking of
This is my message
This is my message
breeds for me
So B is me, now tbt, I grew up watching DVD’s
Just being me and chillin as a kid who’s now at the CV
I don’t get A’s, just BCD’s, I like
shoes is not what your feet fit with!
Better keep your head down still..
Did You Get My Last Message..?
You are living with the sense of infirmity;
But
don't fail me now
Brand new boy, brand new year
Curtains open I am a grand finale
Did you get my voice mail?
Sorry I'm out having the time of my life
Ooh-ooh
Dirty-ty
That's me, me
Bidi-bubup
Dem ah pree me, I can see angles
Get money, get snakes by your ankles
Any cobras can get handled
[Bizzy Bone]
Give it to em, bring your gun
Give it to em, bring your gun
[Krayzie Bone]
Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all?
Niggas built off captions, I don't get it
Niggas act like bitches, I don't get it
I was raised by women & still ain't did it
Ya pussy I know it
Ya rookie I
the dope without the triple beam (Whoa, whoa)
Always stayin' fresh, I'm on my Listerine (Yeah)
I'm straight up outta city where you'll get stretched like
all in my notifications
I slide with a TEC-9, get to raging
You say you a shooter
But you writing statements
I call my plug, he got P’s in Jamaica
I
im a own that
Snap, rap and then stack im a grow that
Facts, message in line better know that
Fax, if ya dont get it then go back
Tax, taking
my feet
All the shit that I done to get on my feet
Pressure all on her knees
How many times did I go to the park in the dark
Lock my arms and learn how
Cause yeah I, said it just
Read the message cause yeah I
Said, it
Run away run away get high
You are gonna, do things just
To get by and you know
Ain't no
Think about the smarts, words said of wise
Do it like paz and I do it like Nas
You got two small fries by the size
And I get a gat, two times, two
Yea Yea
These niggas get funnier by the days
Rocket
Ain't have nobody turn me up but Yet they still go turn me up
Remember holding niggas down That
of the rhyme flow!
Once I lock you up, you can't get loose
You put your head inside
And I placed the noose
The mic drips juice slow
From its steel mesh
My words
sex-crazed teenage mess
Killed in the climax of debauchery, we learned the hard way
When he came for our lives on the thirteenth day
Did you know my son
or Baltimore, they make excuses
Like I did 'cause I thought he had a pistol
Or I did it 'cause I thought he was a Muslim
My message to America, felon or death
to get your fuckin throat slit
I wanna call Gus and hang you by your pedo wrists
This is not a threat, just a little wish
Also scammy fake mechanics do
my shit
Jason Derulo!
Now get on over here, and get up on this bed
I'm all upon you, now lock me and whip your legs
Pulled your shirt
the type of kid that's always in to shit Get money and mind your business
Say you did this and did that in the streets But you don't be drilling shit
Niggas
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