Lyrics:
on my seat
Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me
Bitches know it's time out
They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out'
They want to fuck
Ad-libs... what should I do with him? (Yo put him in detention too!)
[Charlie Brown]
Welllll, how now brown cow?
Make the girls go OOOH-AHH-OOOH-AHH!
Dublin
Dashing Euros down the drain by the hundreds
My iPhone died, pissed
But it's all good cah the brick phone's banging
This ain't just music, hear
hookie for a couple of weeks
[Charlie Brown]
Six A.M. and I hear my alarm
Rushed to the phone, I called Vietnam
He's asleep so I leave a message
According to a recent tweet by Iggy Azalea
"Diss songs shouldn't be filled with
Celebrity name drops to pad out lazy bars"
I beg to differ
Rihanna
blown riot
Tck, that's when the fists start flyin'
These kids ain't learnin' s*** about math and science, man
Tension is so thick, some are comin' around
of the Brown is sounding good to my ear
We are getting down so you might as well admit it
And if you're talkin shit then you might as well quit it
The Mexican
most lines
I turn words into numbers
That made work for my brothers
From a kid in the bit's to Columbus
Now the world's my circumference
My little man's
There was a fellow I knew and he thought his name was gold
And his face would be known by the young and the old
He thought he was alright and no one
they finna get down
My name's not Charlie and I don't want the brown
Got no wheels but I still get around
You bitch fuck with me, yeah I lay the pipe
in the
Manor? Good luck with that
You'll probably get killed by the same
Youts that looked up to man
Diced in the alley when police left
These kids
you're decision is my recision,
Listen and you might be able to catch all disses I'm dishing
Good luck silencing someone nonexistent to begin with
Been
you're decision is my recision,
Listen and you might be able to catch all disses I'm dishing
Good luck silencing someone nonexistent to begin with
Been
Rogaine
I've come a long way since a sad addict
But still not as good at happiness as packing bowls in traffic
I'm a sick bastard, lip smacker
Phantom limb
now is reducing
I'm gonna make you wish that
You stuck to producing
And you're not even a good producer
Your girl looks like Medusa
Basically that's why
name was charlie brown
When the kid is played out your rap record is finished
Deminish, you couldn't come strong if you ate a gang of spinish
Popeye, you
getting poked as well
So, bun General Asad, we're a bag of rebels
This crow's got a bag of bass
And you're a bag of treble
How can I listen to a man
Who
"fuck this, fuck o-line," man
Shut the fuck up
When I drop some bars, they all know I write 'em sweet (yup)
Good guess but try again 'cause I ain't
fuckin up my life (dogg, man, this bitch....!)
C'mon Ma, gimme a break!!
By now wasn't lookin too good
'cause she wasn't doin things that she told me
in the furnace
And that ain't even scratchin' the surface
I'm back, I emerged with a passionate thirst, kid
Stand and observe this man with a purpose
Swearin' it's different, not genuine
Movin' like Snoopy and Charlie Brown
Feel like you tryna dog the kid
You're mine
Too many reasons why
I can't
Brown meets Kanye"
Sure, I'm more like if Arthur
Read picked up the bass
And grew up playing in church and
With some tracks by Beyonce
I'm if reckless ate
kids dead in the
Street all before twenty Over me
The most important thing to man: money
Life's a bitch and then you die
That's why we get high
'Cause
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
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