Lyrics:
pass up no pooty
She started strippin' at the door, oh goody
I got in that ass with the quickness
Fuckin' her down with the diznick
I didn't have
full of diseases
I've learned not to bite my tongue or have seizures
Depression tells me I suck
So I reply "I ain't here 'cuz I fell down, I'm here
of sleep in the next room
The same two tracks have been
Playing on loop for
Several minutes, as Meek and
Nicki Minaj, his girlfriend, argue
Gently over
had faith
Grown up just like me
Fuck that
I'm trying my best
Shut the fuck up
You have a rare gem
Believe in something outside of yourself
I used it for
wanna hear tonight
If you with somebody, you want
Me to put something on
We gone do that for you
Right now what we gone do though
I'm a need everybody
walk up you
Can see the shotgun spit
Ferrari roof go down, Lam doors go up
I got big boy toys, when you gon' grow up?
Nigga knick knack pattywack
Give
Didn’t have a clue
So I had to learn
The hard way
Sold 2 50 packs
Went straight to the barcade by
PLAYED street fighter
Till pain
Went sideways
Code 2
I execute this rebuke, good master
He said, these cometh not out, but by prayer and fasting
Like, one, two, three, four, five, knock a demon down
trust. I don't trust them myself.
Interviewer: And how long have you been writing for?
Blaise Bailey Finnegan III: Huh?
Interviewer: How long have
points with The girl's parents, Ken and Gloria
My next door neighbors, by taking the group out to dinner at Olive Garden, saying he knew
The head chef
they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
deserve.
V54 Woman 4
Can you believe, THIS is what he said?!
V55 Woman 2
His goal, to instill fear!
Woman 3
Finkelstein
You should have pulled him by
you shoot for the stars
Sometimes you're gonna jam
I ain't been to SummerJam
I learned from Lupe
When you 'Dumb it Down' it's
Just harder to understand
High speed chase I'm on him, I do my cardio
Shoot him while the whip's still
Spinnin' it's Super Mario
Fuck it I'ma remix it
I ain't never backed down
ain't for me, nigga
I hope you alone like bankruptcy, nigga
She pour you a drink, that drink on me, nigga
She slip something in it, now think for me,
On the stage everybody hold it
Down let's get it Cass'
Listen i got a Calicoe
So right off top I'll have
You chumps runnin' out
The door like Brizz after
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Just for something to do
Can you draw a perfect circle?
Lot of lies cover the truth, you got options, what do you do?
I wash these pills down with
pole
Pockets swoll from tape residue, last interview and went in daytime
It's made a promise to let down smooth criminals gently in my business
Grab
Um, somebody yelled, one of the other five guys yelled, "Shoot him!"
Something to that effect, he grabbed the gun which was near by
And he started,
Um, somebody yelled, one of the other five guys yelled, "Shoot him!"
Something to that effect, he grabbed the gun which was near by
And he started,
the clouds
Turn that shit down and I scared the piss out of him
Piss a nigga off, shoot him dead in his frown
Nigga, turn around, I ain't here to fuck
they have for the world that they bleed dry.
They are the true pornographers
The real stylists in human perversion.
Rich educated tarts sit dumbly by
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