Lyrics:
with constant movement
Influenced by music since a truant yo
This is how we do it yo
A'yo when I say pump that, y'all say shit up
Pump that! (Shit
Aye, Aye
Need you by my side
Girl you so fine
Bae hop in the coupe
We ain't wasting time
Bae you is the baddest
I ain't gotta lie
Imma put you in
She blowed away, she blowed away
My Oklahoma woman blowed away.
Mister as I bent and kissed her, she was picked up by a twister;
My Oklahoma woman
dancin' I be like hola hola hola hola aye
With your move fancy make me wanna holla holla holla holla aye
I got your attention spendin that mula mula mula
be falling for no ho
Tryna make it on The Hills, I ain't got nowhere to go
Said I was born in Georgia, on the corner
By the U-G-L-Y corner
to conceal it (to conceal it)
And if you mess around, you gon' make me reveal it, ay (ay)
I'm a West Coast original, black John Wayne
Where we from we
of a fuck, were fragile when the gavel is struck
By your maggot-bashin' too passionate, I'm 'bout to pull up
I'm too radical, flashes of dramatic capital
of fictive past
We were locked in a space more than vast
Sinister laugh at the back of your head
All crazed up and the streets in dread
Fancy cars, fancy deals
Haha
I got a way to go (way to go)
Man, I'm just trying to go (try to go)
Bye bye to the old me, adios
Pinky finger in the air, now I'm fancy
It's
Hey
Hey!
Meet me by the river
Hey
Hey!
Come meet me by the river baby maybe we can breathe
You say you fancy Hercules and it makes feel intrigued
this?
Bellhop takes his flashlight, takes john up to his room
Va-va-va-voom this is a sweet life, anthrax on the couch
We're here to entertain you,
and have a KitKat
Yamas to the girls tonight now get a shot and drink that
Mixing it up, getting grimy and greasy
Beats cooked up by my boy sleazy
When I
Alcohol makes me look nice
But they be like
Oh my god I should listen to my friends advice
We are all fuck'd up. Stop fucking lyin'
Don't sen a LOL while
to go off any minute so you feel it (bah, bah)
Because of the law, I had to conceal it (I go by Weezy Baby)
But if you fuck around you gon' make me
bitches that ain't fancy
Intelligent and funny, little sassy
I've come to show off, so my drip a little flashy
But bitch, do not harass me
These
on deck)
Got them things on deck, nigga that's a bet
If I say you getting wet, nigga you can cash that check
Make a nigga Chiraq your whole set
Ian lost
like psycholology
because it never makes me better
the doctor sits right across from me
in his fancy cashmere sweater
I woke up feeling ja little bit
hard I must flex on you boyz dem
Hmmm, ball on my man dem
Work too hard I must ball on my mandem
Can’t see me I go John Cena mandem
Can’t touch me when I
kinda hard to imagine
If you got a problem make you disappear like magic
Huddle up, call the plays John Madden
Always keep it G so I pull up in a wagon
Made me think that she wanted me to step up and make a family
And that was what I wanted, it was the only goal I could see it
Was confusing in the end,
If I can do it you can make it too
If I can do it you can make it too
Better now
Waste no time
And hurry up
Around the world
Smoking weed
On the road
microphone hippie
Hit Poughkeepsie crispy chicken verbs throw up a stone Richie
Chop the O, sprinkle a little snow inside a Optimo
Swing the John McEnroe,
microphone hippie
Hit Poughkeepsie crispy chicken verbs throw up a stone Richie
Chop the O, sprinkle a little snow inside a Optimo
Swing the John McEnroe,
the soul
And we gonna do it a little somethin'
With three subjects like this
Subject one is about a brother by the name of John
Who was sellin'
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