Lyrics:
For his lazy life status
Making millions saying inane opinions
I'm hating Maisie Williams in the
Same way you're hating Minions
It's a silly thing but I
perks of being God's gift
I'm gift wrapped, they ain't gone never try me
It ain't only on phones I'm verified by Face-ID
Look. Trying to get closer
3
It closes the door to the trophy
Sin is a mess it is a nature
Some people have gotten as hobby
They dont even know it is a picture
Void by any
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
on a couch with you
If it's really bricks in the house, nigga
For my city, know how I rock
Breaking news story leaked by the cops
Cuban links on me, too
Benjamin Harrison after that
It's William McKinley up to bat
Y:Teddy Roosevelt charged up San Juan Hill
W:And President Taft he got the bill
Y:In
'posed to be the illest on three coasts
Familia, bigga than Icos
Y'all, Danny DeVitoes, small niggaz
All I see is the penny heaters, that's all niggaz
gurney
I'ma grind in my twenties so I can cool in my thirties
And keep it in all the family like the Klumps Eddie Murphy
See the crew hella sturdy that's
Written by: Dèja D. Williams
Produced: Shahid Elamin, Dèja D. Williams
Dèja
Finally together, I hope you know what to do,
Come and make me
boy to sail the wide world over
Then adventure took him south to
The de la Plata mouth
San Martin was on the route in Argentina
So three whaling ships
A life as ours blind to the day
The village by the river side has been blighted by an ancient dragon
Afob of the Iron Rule
Ironed shirts!
Keep your hands
I got murder on my mind
I was hoping it would stop
It's been 'bout 3 weeks
Now I gotta make him drop
Fronting all yo' moves
That's how you become
favorite movie it's called life my nigga
My life get illa no eddy Murphy on the scene yet I'm worthy of the dream
I'm wild enough live it I feel guided in
Williams, 'cause I'm 'boutta OD in Denver
I just hope you remember
That I came from the Dub, now I feel a rockstar
No bitch, you can't get a hug
I don't want
Yo, me and Isaiah out here
We came all this way
We didn't do that for nothing
We gon win
Race, going speed by faith working everyday
Keep that grace
I look up
Straight up
I gave 'em time, time
Time
Now it's back to me nigga
I took my clique turned it to faculty nigga
Took my operation to factory
on the police
Take it down for a man did a call the police
And I'm up now, sitting in the gutter
Rolling back down if I had to cover upper
Three hundred,
me and the Mob gotta trunk fulla 9's
Play ya and I'll slay ya
I got thug-made dough by the ha-ir
Ready to buck buck buck and it's a must
To duck
Well, it's the underground,
You know that we're down with wutchyalike
Yeah, with wutchyalike, yeah
And though we're usually on the serious tip,
Well, it's the underground,
You know that we're down with wutchyalike
Yeah, with wutchyalike, yeah
And though we're usually on the serious tip, check
Yo, Yo... what was i....?
Ladies pukin' when they see me, 9 out of 10 women
But the one freak who about it, I put my thing in 'em
X 3
Ladies puking
good enough
Won’t stop till it’s perfect and you’ve argued with us all
Your difficult to work with and I think your songs are lame
Maybe it’s not working
'posed to be the illest on three coasts
Familia, bigga than Icos
Y'all, Danny DeVitoes, small niggaz
All I see is the penny heaters, that's all niggaz
Written by: Dèja D. Williams
Produced by: ricci, Shahid Elamin, Dèja D. Williams
Dèja
(Ladies, sing)
That’s my dick on Monday
Missing that
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