Lyrics:
Life handed me lemons
I jump back in the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it
By now you just wish I'd fucking die but I electrify
Get
My pockets is cheesy
Mama see me I'm on tv
I'm diamonds they clear like some Fiji
I'm fucking on riri
Talking this shit is to easy
I stay with
I like what I see. I like yo bitch, I'ma go get her. Come down and give me some head (woah!). U kno the deal, yeah u kno the move. I'ma leave her
her do the Hula
What's a pit bull to a poodle
And she want a egg plant
She don't want no Ramen noodle no
So get up affi dance some
This is the Puna Boy
her do the Hula
What's a pit bull to a poodle
And she want a egg plant
She don't want no Ramen noodle no
So get up affi dance some
This is the Puna Boy
her do the Hula
What's a pit bull to a poodle
And she want a egg plant
She don't want no Ramen noodle no
So get up affi dance some
This is the Puna Boy
HOOK x2 :
Say that they hear me on radio
Now they all on me like here we go
Getting them coins like I'm Mario
New girl too sweet like she candy
Ou I can hear myself too
Yea, yea, woo
I feel like Mario
I'm a superhero now I'm a Scorpio
I'm not doing what I was, all that cardio
Text from twenty
that check, i'ma get that shit in
I don't need no help, never held out my hand
Damn what the hell, nigga, acting like fans
Get bands by myself, no, I
the the trade, took awhile for life to give me some lemons I’m minute made
I’d get tired of an on stuck chapter flip the page if being on my best is worse I guess
accelerate, elbow get rid of it.
My money pile up high in the face of my enemy. Batteries, batteries, batteries draining me no!
I go Rambo with machete get
on and jumble
on and get the words back to front and front to back and all that good stuff.
Run To The Hills, chart position number seven, got there. Released
She misses her man
Now that he's not there
To run his fingers through her hair
She has no boys
So she uses toys
And gets battery powered care
As she
1MOB til the death of me
All you see is made niggas to the right and the left of me
Play it right or get left nigga
Cuz I know some real niggas who
much younger
I'd get up before dawn and I'd go running
But now I always feel so goddamn tired
My battery's half charged and rapidly dwindling
By
hands on some dollars and cents
And fools can't hold us
Every chance we get, we hittin' up the rollers
Comin' up short of the green guys
And I might
In the liquor store
Now I done purchased me a forty-O
Liquorice types, bootleg tapes
Hat off the rack, battery for my DAT
Vigo, fill some more, by
My killers don't take out dope fiends, my killers take out factors
My killers ain't even from out here dude
My killers some out-of-town freelancers
the game and flip it round
[Pre-Chorus]
Into the weekend now, tryna get some energy
I’ll tell you a secret now
Don’t forget to charge those batteries
the Boulevard
I'm a hip-hop gangster and my name is Todd
Just stimulated by the beat, bust out the rhyme
Get fresh batteries if it won't rewind
Cause I play
I'll know it'll get better
I'll believe
Dropped my ego by the
Door and came a student
Cause there some that
Know more than me
But let me talk my shit tho
Let's see which one that has red callipers
They looking for man like an attraction they some travellers
I'm the manager
Don't speak no Arabic but I look
to see her do the Hula
What's a pit bull to a poodle
And she want a egg plant
She don't want no Ramen noodle no
So get up haffi dance some
This is the Puna
the burner by the battery Cause niggas in the hood like to Jump
I’m on a mission
Gotta gotta get some commas Gotta rake in some digits
Money motivated
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