Lyrics:
Well, the first thing I want to say is??Mandate my ass!?
Because it seems as though we've been convinced that 26% of the registered voters, not
I'm 'bout to go fin'erfold
Two knock two times, it's a brick at the door (two time)
Somebody blowin' up lil' mama phone (brrt)
Lil' nigga just come
the door
I'll get it myself
I don't want nobody
To give me nothing
Open up the door
I'll get it myself
I'm not gonna tell
You what to do
I'm not
Nicknamed Shamrock but my name is not Shamus
Girlies on the tippy cause my homie is famous
My name is not O'Houigheighi nor is it Brian
If I said that I
in Revelation, seal it up, do not write it down
Even so much as I was intending to write the full thing
For there is an intimacy within my relationship
the ladies screaming call me, El Diablo Guapo
'Cause when nobody knew me, when nobody held me down, it was me and my fam
Picking money off the ground, what's
the front door all night willing you to come
And he said, "It's supposed to be fun turnin' twenty-one"
Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it
I'd
my nigga, you can ass it
My accessorize accessories bring
Out my assets
Nigga they sound on acid, tablets
Stussy’s G-Shock with my custom
Pair of 3
me (undefined)
Taking my time day by day I pray to God
On a daily (lord)
I found a way because I was lost now I lead the team
Like I'm Brady
You see
Yo, I dedicate this, to yo...
To all my fans, keeping y'all in health
Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself
Cuz its cruel when you cause
at times,
my altar of refuge and other,
my alter ego and its magnificent obsession with a relentless
pursuit of attention. It served as a chilling reflection
to the tempo when we beat it to the sound
Fuck in the hotel room, then we beat it to the couch
This a Airbnb, not a house
Last time I checked, you was on my
is I'm fuckin' tired of these losers
And all my life want the food when it's supper time in the juice
But I'd rather die than to lose, it's a matter
peek-a-boo strips as I pass
Across the open concept floor
Present my badge, unlock the door
One, two, three screens so big and bright The roar of vacuuming
not mail himself?
It was absurdly simple.
He would ship himself parcel post, special delivery.
The next day Waldo went to the supermarket
anywhere in the mails. Then it struck
him. He didn't have enough money to go to Wisconsin in the accepted fashion,
true, but why not mail himself? It was
See, I'm movin' on, and I refuse to turn back, yeah
See, all of this time, I thought I had somebody down for Whitney
It turns out, you were makin'
"I'm not going econ-, um, economy")
Yeah, right, why?
(Stormzy is my son)
Brap
I've been the G.O.A.T. for so long I guess it's not excitin' when I
is going
Down by 20 per cent every year i just
Talked to the superintendent, met
With Michael Sacks, that’s Ron's
Right hand man so
I think it's
wanna hit twice
If I hit twice, wanna hit three times
I wanna see my name live when I'm gone
I'm gonna write it, put it in a song
All my real fans,
it's never what you see
My hood is the ghetto
I've been down before up is just a reach
Cause my hood is the ghetto
Catch a second wind then begin
to kill gotta make a mill
My pockets swole I'm on the road
It's a rap game not Rock-n-Roll
Line-Line em' up and knock em' down
These sukkas fall like
on a sword
Writes a prayer on some paper and then he nails it to the door
Just the good of you may enter by the mercy of the lord
Listen not to what he
from my Lord
And He has given me a good sustenance from Himself
Shall I pollute it by mixing it with unlawfully earned money
I do not wish unlike you
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