Lyrics:
far, get far away from me
I always wonder why its shockin' how it seem to be
The same few bitter bitches always bitchin' at me
Check yourself, look in
ain't sagging 'em dude
Need new Wi-Fi I'm lagging it dude
Oscar the Grouch you trashin' it dude
New mink coat when I walk in the room
Boom Boom Pow when
You are my old friend, one of the few, I'm grateful just to stand beside you
We transcend birthdays, bad weather too and wisdom says we're better for
a light buzz that slowly progressed into a full blown fade
I was trying to get laid, but, got no action
It was back to the crib for personal satisfaction
The name's Fiyablasta, got it memorized?
The abstract king is about to give you oblivion
Giving you vivid lyrics of written killings by spilling
Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple
'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy
Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple
'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy
Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple
'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy
for the quick cash
But change I whip pass, aim n' Blid-ast!
The kid Cass got the game on smid-ash!
Slang the stid-ash
I'm tryna' stack money high
Gimme
for the quick cash
But change I whip pass, aim n' Blid-ast!
The kid Cass got the game on smid-ash!
Slang the stid-ash
I'm tryna' stack money high
Gimme
breath, i lit a doobie
Do you wanna get intense, let's take some Lucy
Junkie on the beat
You don't want it with me
White boy that was raised by the streets
don’t to for the money or allure
Cause a real brave night out here lives and dies by the sword
I’ve been down so many times that bouncing back became
just ant have the courage of my convictions Serving the man of sin employed by the father of lies searching for advantages, but ain't no short cuts in
where I live but what can I say
A torn down country ran by a bj
Do a few lines
Seeing the signs
Hit to the back and I'm snapping your spine
Eye for an eye
sitting on a couch (Sofa)
My bars could win an Oscar, I ain't talking 'bout the Grouch (Sesame Street)
People say my verse is bad, they don't really get
posted up on the corner by the 7
Tight grips extended clips black as our complexion
Militant men, machine wessons for protection
Seen stranger things but
"The Road of the Righteous"
By God I'm sure I'll see some more "Go Their Blessed Way."
I've seen a few men go "The Road of the Righteous"
caught but a nigga got smart
I'm in that phase where I'm driven by God
And I won't get derailed if you're with me or not
I'll give em hell for I give up my
caught but a nigga got smart
I'm in that phase where I'm driven by God
And I won't get derailed if you're with me or not
I'll give em hell for I give up my
you bastards, pay for your casket. It’s lent season, I’m still fasting. I’ll let you go but I’m still gonna tax you. I’m flexible really elastic. I play
I shoot up his coup
I chuck the deuce
Rung his lil neck then hang him by a noose
Got some new timbs I had blood on the boots
Took his head for
couldn't take care of myself
Cause i was supplying all these fiend
What you thought
I thought a bitch really loved a nigga
I was blinded by the pussy
But now
Sponsored by Heavenbound
My name is Scarub
I got a question for ya
[Chorus]
[PSC]
P to the S to the see
By request to be fresh equals how I rap
always looking for a sponsor
Spew garbage foo you might as well be Oscar
The grouch monster, ain't nobody taught you honor
Prolly disrespect ya mama
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