Lyrics:
Like Megan Thee Stallion
My n****s we soldiers
Like we in battalions
Interact with my fans
In the crowd I be wildin'
Drink got me woozy
I’m losing my
surfed in the pipeline
I never rode a rollercoaster
I never said “no pain no gain”
So if you want me to
You can be sure that I won’t crawl
I never learned
cool,
You can never be my plug, my guy, uh
All the kids in the school don't respect all the subs, my guy, uh
Niggas'll move in the hill, I could chill,
evening to the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way welcome to the party
Uh uh excuse me Mr. Kid Rock can I do my
evening to the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way welcome to the party
Uh uh excuse me Mr. Kid Rock can I do my
I'm gonna find you and make you want me
Hello rap game, nǐ hǎo, how you durrn'?
I done took my time, now it's time to take my turn
My curses been
couldn't suck no dick
and the best dat I ever had was a time
With a Milf
And if I ever had to tell you she'd be in jail before da fifth
Life just like
a Barbie no weave and no makeup
Hang with the trappers don't be with no haters
My city gon' tell you that we on some paper
Theolonius capers when I'm in
my own rules
Then I watched- more news- got more in tune wit my old blues
Got picked up- by the new crews- start blowin' up- got new shoes
Cuz I
Here she is, direct from the convent, miss dixie leonard.
I was alone on a shelf
In a world by myself.
Oh, where could my prince charming be
and the henny
Haven't been sober in a long ass minute
We be off the earth with my hoe
We be swerving
I just got a cheque balling hard
Kyrie Irving
I just ran it
again
The hate won’t stop me I’m still winning
I’m only focused on myself
Can’t be accused of ever hating
You want beef we draw the weapons
Like Van goh
Beats with the mouth
How I beatbox
Beast on a speaker
But to be honest
I need a bitch detox
Addicted to these thots
Arm in arm, I got three lots
But they
a plumber
Flippa!
Just want to love the QC
I know that you want to be me
You played it real but you squealed
If you got status, they call you OG
No
acres out in Jamaica (damn)
I'll be Bron, you be Kyrie Irving, we'll be the Lakers
Real shit, been cheated on and I been lied to
Would've went to war
I'm a Jake I don't bake a cake
I'm not a cake daddy you know the type be pullin up in a Caddy
With a drop top see when I hoe hop I kick it
have to.. to be at the airport in a few moments!
So how hard can you do that!
‘cause the flight, leaves, to Berlin!
One, one fancy cocktail (in the sky)
I was in dixie
Or somewhere
Far from here
It doesn't matter to me
That I can't see
For all I want to do is play
The sounds of
Rain on the roof
An army
got myself a sweetheart
That stands right by my side
Always around to cool me down
When I get dixie fried
And I know she loves to party
She knows I
Don't you know me Kansas City
I'm the new Berlin wall
Try and tear me down
I was born on the other side
Of a town ripped in two
I made it over
the swag
I want these racks on me
Aunty Collete believed in me when I was a youngin
So I told myself I had to be just who I promised
Messed up my life made
could've surely paid off
Could've been big in the biz like Irving Azoff
Get away with more loot than Bernie Madoff
Dolphin face plates I'd be eating birthday
and Music by Irving Berlin
love with me
If you want to be my lover
Chased her up through Johnson city
Led a bloodhound by the trail
I followed her to Harlan
Where the coal
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