Lyrics:
at the waves
She keep on calling cuz i aint been home in somes days
Im on the road to them riches if yeen wit me then stay out the way
I done been left by some
connection,
I can hardly hear you
But look, buddy,
Can you please get that stuff up to my room in a hurry?
I'm so hungry
We shall send it up by the southern
Are you sitting comfortably?
RHYME FAT by JAEBO
Prepare your ears
Fly back
When I decided I should write raps
Like Mike Tyson realising he could fight
banging by the book got shot in the neck trying to get away and to a vigi it ain't nothing but gun play
Nigga to catch this nigga I'm ready to peel
Corners
And all the spots in Beantown where niggas carry burners
But I was more turned on by the microphone
So one cold morning, I left home
Next I'm
Light up the broccoli kid
Throw the relish in my back pocket
Keep your eyes open, push your seat back, just flow
That's how we doing it
Bound by
a bitch about my grip
Bubblegum bubblegum chew it by the pound
Ass super fat, I'm not a square cause I'm around
If you choose to blow it, make sure you
Motherfucker, you'd better break yourself
My skin is my sin, look at my complexion
Section 8, erection great
Balls like Ru Paul and a big fat
Oh my God, oh my God (you know I'm on the other, for the top 40)
Oh, my God, oh my God (we gotta do it like this)
We got the funk doody don shit,
on the gas and I'm chasing my dreams
I know you had doubts so take a seat
Bitch you in for a treat
Muhammed Ali bob and I weave
You make believe and I make em
with my brother, feel like Meech and Terry
These niggas be rats, Tom & Jerry
I can't wife no bitch, to them racks I'm married
It used to be Levi's, I'm
of good Old Blue
And he pulled me from that catastrophe
That was the day
My dead pet returned to save my life
I'm alive
He's alive
I'm alive
I
a man for the shit that
I'm toking it's super rare
Inducing fear off the shit
Written need scuba gear
When I flow leave em submerged
40 deep in a hole
40
Uh
Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh
Uh huh
Uh huh
Aye
Aye
Yo mama kicked me out her house
Just cuz i'm tighter than her blouse
I'm Tom, she Jerry
Flyer than Fairy
Shoulda been a calculator
I'm so cold with this shit, count it in the refrigerator
Jewelry store, green bob bought my first Cartier
Threw em 30 thou
a playa
Way I work through the check I Shoulda been a calculator
I'm so cold with this shit, count it in the refrigerator
Jewelry store, green bob bought
Rather die enormous than live dormant
That's how I'm on it
That's the Jay-Z lyric that I'm living by
I promise
Gotta take that leap and don't look
Look
the east bay
Tell them hoes that I'm with hoes
Jose in the Uhaw truck, finna ship that yay
Tell them hoes that I got that pack
Fat dope man I rolled that
the right amount, I'll front you
I talk this shit 'cuz I'm bout this shit
Ain't no way I could run a way out this shit
[Chorus]
[Verse Two]
I got 4-0 dawgs
I'm sippin' that purple rain
Don't blow my high
[Incomprehensible] me, you don't know my life
Nigga, don't blow my high, don't blow my high
When I'm
Pop another pill and hit the purp
Feel like I'ma jump off of a building
Drinking till I'm puking on the curb
Acting like I ain't got any children
It's ok if you run
cnd by the way you gimme brain
cin't no way that you dumb
I'm all about my chivalry
I open your door
cnd we can test your flexibility
them fat racks
If that's a groupie my nigga you can have that
You ain't my dog or my twin you ain't nun of that
That's what's wrong with y'all niggas,
copy shit
Nah, but I'm realizing what my biggest problem is
Tryna find direction, on just how to get on top of it
Establishing Oseoba by depositing my
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