Lyrics:
the hoe just mop me
Two tons of fun, Big Mad Magenta
A country broad from Alabama
I met this freak, her name was Beth
Her pussy got wet and it
cut up all these tracks like its poultry
Just a little respect, what you owe me
You just a little pet, you below me
You can try to be me but we know you
loyal, niggas cross me, I go off on people
And you wonder why I don't call on people, nah, for real
Yeah, yeah
Over my dead body
Ain't just "Fuck
on me)
Feel the fire (call on me), hot fire (me)
(Call me up)
Baby, when you want a hand to hold
When you're feeling all alone (call me up), just
past, I only want you for your present
Staying by myself, I had some help, not co-dependent
Features hit me up, don't want to ask "When are you sending?"
the rough road styles
You heard the psychedelic and ya came from miles
Keep my rhymes thick like a Guinness brew
So you could call me black and tan when
don't pick up, hang up, call back, let it ring some more, oh
If I don't pick up, pick up
The sidewinder sleeps, sleeps, sleeps in a coil
Call me when
don't pick up, hang up, call back, let it ring some more, oh
If I don't pick up, pick up
The sidewinder sleeps, sleeps, sleeps in a coil
Call me when
art is dead
An artist is what we call those
That marked some bench just passed the 'Beth
What are we doing?
This class' test's a laugh at best
Coz these
the rough road styles
You heard the psychedelic and ya came from miles
Keep my rhymes thick like a Guinness brew
So you could call me black and tan when
No
Mary-
Look, I never-
Finished!
Let me call you back
Right
This is just a draft
Right
Probably it stinks
Right
on the Nawf
My wrist is so sick, menopause
Spray the chopper just because
Boss nigga made the call
Drop the work in the chimney, Santa Claus
Stick ‘em up
I really liked Catrina
But I just loved Sabrina i fucked with Tina
She was was cool but Beth was always sweeter
Yeah, she was mouthy though
So she
know that you cheated when you went to Montreal
Now I feel like Scottie in Toronto just to ball
Lying through your teeth every time you pick up calls
So
who can shine
I'm a star boy making light please just call me Doctor Light
Ain't no music major ass but fuck it major music coming out my ass
I fucked
a sharp knife
I don't know how to make it up to you
You can call me a lot of things
You can call me this and call me that
(When you gonna call me
a song
I bought the dream so that just proves you can sell anything
She seen my pics on the gram, so she think I'm the man
Tryna see me blow a stack
the way I'm runnin' all my options
You a broke boy, only talkin' nonsense
Red up on my Cheetos by the way I'm on some hot shit
Call me D'eriq King the way
Some wanna see you grind
Some wanna see you fall
Some wanna see you shine
Some just don't care at all
But you gotta wake up
Always stay up
Show every
Yeah, just call me Young nigga
Our money's grown though
By the way, let's go, yeah
You already know what time it is, let's go
I said I'm Young by
wanna see you
Call me up
Just hit me up, baby
Late night waiting by the phone for you to call me
Text me when you feel alone and you wanna see me
Late
Kendrick)
I don't vote, I never registered (nah)
But I'm a magnet for them zeros, call me Edward Sharpe (woo)
I wake up feelin' dead, I need a fresher
the manly appletinis that you chug
That you think I am your mentor just continues to perplex
And, oh my God, stop telling me when you have nerdy sex!
J.D:
But, baby, I ain't on that stuff (I ain't on that stuff)
Dropped her off and told her call me up
We could talk (talk)
Conversate about political
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