Lyrics:
star deserves to be Called a celebrity
Here's a question to my fans , am I a Celebrity
Why everyone is obsessed with being a Celebrity
I don't think it's
the sexy singers that I wanna sex
I'd probably go to jail
For fuckin Patti Labelle
Ooh Regina Belle, she'd probably do me swell
Jasmine Guy was fly
The secret that I'm seekin' was left in silence
And my microphone is pointin' God's finger
I'm a saint disguised as a pop singer
Here's a fun fact (fun
left here without you
They sayin' JB a singer, but me, I feel like a doctor
Either way it's really going down
I don't got no prescription for the blunt
things I'll never can
I am glad you know me so damn well
Because you are a god, please don't send me to hell
You're the God of Art
With a golden heart
(bands) bands
I keep a glicky right here by my side just in case a nigga wanna fuck up the plan
I am the (What am I, I am the man)
I am the (Yeah) man
I am
on my wrist, I gotta stay legit
Hublot on my wrist, black diamonds in my ears (Umm)
Get me outta here, Please get me outta here (Get me outta here)
I am
a prescription he said 'you are depressed
But I'm glad you came to see me to get this off your chest
Come back and see me later - next patient please
Send in
And I'll turn you into memories
I am a singer and you are my threnody
I'm a believer and you are my reasoning
I am release and you make me an enemy
Here comes the Big Noise!
Stop! Look! Listen! Here comes the Big Noise!
I am the one they call the Big Noise.
I'm looking fine and feeling sharp.
I
the sexy singers that I wanna sex
I'd probably go to jail
For fuckin Patti Labelle
Ooh Regina Belle, she'd probably do me swell
Jasmine Guy was fly
friends moan
Listen and learn and turn on your tuners if he looney
? ? I break, bang zoom, like Honeymooners
I don't want singers, but finger
anywhere, and I’m burned on trust
They made a mutt out of mud, and they named me a savior, well
I can’t save her, and he’s still lying so I am
Guilty by
who's _Top Bill_
Well it's me, and yes, I am back by the Funke
Marley filled the House with Hits so you know The Lords are chunky
We stink, like pee-eww,
in my name
4 Corners on the page contrary to a frame
I am not here to place blame
I have been called by the lord as Dane
Born with a tear speck on my
here in Michigan
For each bullet if you got no CCW license
I tried to apply for one, they said it take five, six months
What the fuck am I supposed
me a plethora
You ain't the only one bitch I am telling ya
Hope that you see that I'm just trying to better ya
Either boujee or ratchet
Or cooling
sticky sound
Man, she took my ass to licky town, somebody pinch me
Oh, I ain't dreaming, so y'all hear me now
Like a singer, off Damina , I be feigning
hustle everyday cause I no want sorrow
I dey fight for my tomorrow
Igba tegbe ba nowo ke mi ma loma borrow
If you get pass me today you know fit get am
(bounce!)
Now here's what I want y'all to do, for me
Follow instructions! crews, listen!
Who, is it? move (bounce!)
First family move (bounce!)
Hey yo
refuse, am I trippin' and confused?
Y'all coulda took me off the album but have still have yet to do?
Ah, nah, maybe it's the truth
Had the numbers
the coffin no fit I go put am by force
Obtain their father by force
Omo no body for here cross
Na the henssey make the city come burst
Had to take this shit by
launcher
And send it to Mitch McConnell
Just as big of a bitch as Donald, shit's on, bruh (haha)
Let me sing this shit soprano while I do it pizzicato
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Well yo, here's the humdinger,
I'm briggity bringin a new style of thing
It's a rap singer with a fat
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