Lyrics:
and no one to miss him"
My head is like a flame
Well we all get strange
And we know it
But we're cool with it
And we all get a little bit older
the Mook punch
The last few months I've been
Plannin' this guy body
Cause bodyin' guys is my hobby
My body got a arm/leg/leg/arm/head
It's a God body i swear
the endzone
A couple cheerleaders want to be in my friendzone
I tell 'em "Cool," I keep my head in the game
Cause I'm ahead of the game and I'm a veteran man
admit it I did (yeah)
I done fucked with a couple of fans (fans)
I admit that I'm a gift and a curse (gift and a curse)
I admit that I don't go
shit? You know, I'm far from it
By chance if you start to go plotting
My man's whip might bypass pigs
Might find out why you hit the car bonnet
Back
Trackateering Music
Man, y'all did it with this one here, y'all
People love to use that quote
"I'm doin' it for the culture"
But what culture is that
wrote it myself by the way (amen)
Yo Young, Jeezy (amen)
Jizzle, Snowman (amen)
We gotta give the streets what they want man (amen)
Fuck the god damn
by the way
Yo Young, Jeezy, Jizzle, Snowman
We gotta give the streets what they want man
Fuck the god damn sheet man
You gotta get it in bruh
was
Forced to (foster) pop
See every punch is hard that's how they
Know I'm hot with the rhymes
But it's several other reasons why I
Got the spot over
immersed in the flames
People cursin' my name, the person that I became
Is someone who can get burnt but not be hurt by the pain
But I ain't gon' lie
Ever rigid, never fidgety when dem a left a critique
Especially with these lyrics which is a helluva gift
Study me? You have a better chance fi master
homie) put your bezel up
(Ay) ain't nothin change
It's forever (Ante up)
I come with the medal up (Aw shit)
Right in VIP is where we'll settle up
I need
it fan the flame
Don't let it handicap you park in blessings fan the flame
If failure show you where you lacking let it
Ain't nothing wrong with asking
his head
"That's not risky that thought is dead, " he
Says "It's like, 'You know, I rhyme, too' "
Turning to me, Pharrell says
"I always call him
out
Some validation is what he wants now
And the flame that's there never burns out
You know I got it good for you
And all you got to do is choose
Will
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
[Intro: Method Man (Dooney Boy) {Pinky Phat Phat}]
Cool, okay, I'mma let ya'll take it on your own right now
Why don't you do me a favor (What?)
Radio, fuck you! Radio, fuck you!
Wait a second, you saying? ayy, ayy
Wait a second ayy, ayy
Is it radio fuck you? That's
What you say? Exactly
Not fuck
When I twist her in the Gold sedan
Like I'm Goldie man, you're bitch chose me man
Jigga man, iceberg with the frozen hands
Wedding bands don't make it
is going to be Hillary Clinton!
You might not like it, but they gotta
Hear it i ain’t here to massage
You with a fake truth, telling you that
Hillary
Hit them with the waves
Hit them with the waves yeah
Gifted with the spitting always hit them with the flames
Hit them with the flames yeah
Cool it
Of the Barkept I flame it
Los Jefes
Get you fired
With no exits
Imma
Son of a gun and
My momma
Is so precious
She a
Head dresser
Hair trigger
So don't press it
it will do whatever you choose
Would you collaborate with me? I'm gon' rob a bank soon
Voices in my head is making sounds that are so cool
Yeah yeah
waitress I ordered a hot damn
With a side order of some cool shit
With extra cheese
Extra bread
If life is but a dream
Mine's the kind that makes you wet
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