Lyrics:
everything all that you hate about me
F*** with me or you don't
Either way I'm underwater while you're on the boat
That's wack s***
I'd rather drown I never
ratchet a** sh*t
Why the f*ck I need a nigga when I'm lit as I can get ?
Top notch Bx who do ratchet a** sh*t
Why the f*ck I need a nigga when I'm lit as I
b-, I say it from my soul
You can't f- with me 'cause b- I'm way too f- grown
Say they had my back like I ain't do this on my own
Don't hit up my line
the van
I f*cking a fan
I’m f*cking her friend
I got the real rod on my side, lil b*tch I’m keeping it
And, hold up, I put the foot on the Benz
I put a band
the recession, then we formed the fuckin' team
F-U-N-K-V-O-L-U-M-E, nigga
Seven years into this shit, somehow we're only gettin' bigger
And we're just now gonna
ah ah, E-e-e-e)
I'm goin' live it's just for you
(Ah oh ooh oh ah ah, E-e-e-e) you're with me
Christian Dior slippers, I got money from real strippers
I sold powder to real strippers
From E.P.A. to E. Menlo, I was taught to get it
Cook it, cut it,
then was Abe
Who watched us all rippin all loud up on the inside no E
As I progressed to the 7 yard, early Johnny D
Caine, Officer147, C.R.A.
floor
I feel like I'm an alien
In a u-f-o I goo eau
Beam me up
I goo eau
Beam me up
Because my Chevy sit so high
From tha floor
I feel like I'm an alien
funkmaster pump the Bee-Gees
and all you college students bring your ouijas?check the spellin,
R E--F U G E--E get the cd from Sam Goody he he
You ain't even
stitch a bone
I'm laughin' at you niggas flippin' rules
My uncle Carl told me stick and move
It's young F.R.E.A.K. though
Got these niggas tuckin' they
hooping i fall
but stand to believe
they gotta believe
sir to the p r i z e.
I rep the boogie
Yankee fitted
Champion hoodie
63 and teller
is where i
don't like you very much at all!"
But how she got away still shocks experts to this day
Another fallen woman, disappointment to William Hayes
Wile E.
the type to let the cash splurge
Y'all Wile E. Coyote niggaz still chasing dem fast birds
If you don't draw the line you only gon' get yo ass curved
You got
Blackball, Ginger, 5:45
Chuck E. Cheese, Interskate, Sundays ay Big Y
Retired road dog, no longer fly
The high gear of my soul well it no longer
a basketball
Like Cream E. Biggums
Playing that streetball
Way out in Venice
Back in NBA Live
You busters give me jive
Best bet I’ll eat you alive
Like you was
Love, love dimensional, love, love give me your love love, hey ya love love, I need ya Love
That force you feel but you can't see, L. O. V. E.
That's all
the man
Bitches always hit my line this shit is getting annoying
If she was on the road I wouldn't slow up I would floor it
H. E. double hockey stick hell
사랑의 눈빛으로 서로를 마주 보네
Hey you! I don't hate you,
hater들아 들어 You know I made you
그래 계속 물어뜯어 난 계속 베풀어
인생은 아름다워 욕먹어도 배불러
H. A. T. E. R. s. I'm representing
on the Northside, they went to Robert E. Lee
Onomatopoeia, gonorrhea, got hot in these streets
I got money, I got capers, I got that chamoy for later
Hop up in
Technology wars
Tesla and Nikola
Humanity's trajectory is a Rollercoaster
Six Flags are now five
We crushed the rebel pride
The ghost of Robert E. Lee
Now
Will you still feed me?
When I'm seventy-four? Or eighty-four?
Or ninety-four, or a hundred and four?
© Steven E. Cutts, 2019
Nightmare
Music & Lyrics: E. Modin & C. Edvardsson
Verse I
I - don't know what's left behind
And voices in my mind
Are telling me to fade away
nigga be buggin' me
I just be wonderin' if you can fuck on me better
Itchin' for me like an ugly sweater
Need it in me like a Chuck E. need cheddar
I need
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