Lyrics:
animals with penises day or something doesn't show up in The discordian calendar
Ah the interwebs inform me that indeed it is
National barbershop music
motherfucker, that does not make me a felon
Tell em, is it really that compelling?
Quelling? No, just a means of expelling
Bad shit, bad thoughts, unwind tension
is well with me (It is well)
It is well with my soul, well with me
I believe what His word says to me, it is well
The light of God shines through me
By
gonna blow
And since you can't take it with you better give it away before you go
Yeah, I'm giving it over
Greed is the word, it's a verb
Wants
and the semis is tucked
Plenty of bucks, sippin' rum, Remy with some sluts
Niggaz loving my swag
They see us, we from the gutter
They see us in the leather, they
to the see to the a and it's a must
The rhymes that we bust on the topic on lust
And my moms is not butt, but fuck it
Let me get down to the rhythm
Yes I'm
to the see to the a and it's a must
The rhymes that we bust on the topic on lust
And my moms is not butt, but fuck it
Let me get down to the rhythm
Yes I'm
phoned my phone
We regulate all the class A sales
This is the final
I will split Skepta's head with a vinyl
Or tell him to suck his girls vaginal
well, with my soul.
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let
real no subliminal
Damn summertime cruisin'
On my lap gripping Uzis and
Revolvers I'm shootin'
Guns go off like I looped it
Word to my soul
Word to my
daddy said
Patty, he said, he said, he said
Well, sixty days ago she was such a lovely child
Now here she is with a gun in her hand
Hey Joe, hey Joe,
I be flipping through this money like a mother fucking patty
She be pulling on my laffy taffy ouu it’s elastic
On the radio damn Ion hear no fucking
with my soul
Not always well
Not always well
(And that's okay)
Not always well
Not always well
(And that's okay)
With my soul
With my soul
It's not
bought the thunder
Rocking fresh braids or a soul fro
This brother goes by Patty Honcho
It's Patty
Time to get in the mood
My nigga you cannot tell me you
film by Stanley Kubrick.
First it's tragedy then farce then they'll kick you in the arse,
When you tempt the gods with arrogance and hubris.
Well
('fore I sell my soul)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a hoe
Bury me before I sell my soul ('fore I sell my soul)
AK with the stop (stop),
Aye! Aye!)
She gargle my nut like she use listerine
I'm childish
I get it
You watch over me (Woah, Woah!)
While I'm staying lowkey
Keep a Glock with
lousy then you can't sit with us (nah)
Can't call it harsh livin' when the margin
Between you and all these fuck niggas is about as large as it gets
to the see to the a and it's a must
The rhymes that we bust on the topic on lust
And my moms is not butt, but fuck it
Let me get down to the rhythm
Yes
gonna do, sue me
By all means, man
That would be ultra neato
Bring me free publicity
As it is, I've got to generate it all
Juggle and eat fire
plotting on the billion
On mamas, I'ma get it for my partners and their children
Ayy, patty cake, patty cake, baker's man
Smoking on this wedding cake,
soul and my mind the devil creeping cause I keep on fallin' behind
My lord I'm losing my soul and my mind the devil creeping cause I keep on fallin'
checks for me
You can not check for me
Life is a game and you can not play chess with me
Since weed is legal they really can't mess with me
So it's fuck
When I come thru all these hoes be clappin just like patty cake-
They know that I'm the shit come fuck with me I'll take you to my place-
And me
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