Lyrics:
The way she ran from the dick, would've thought she was an athlete
Play with Backend u gonna end up on the backstreet
All my money N*SYNC, Chase it
the I ninety-five
But if the Juice dies then it's nine hundred and ninety-nine
And the bars unreal like I'm Sci-Fi
Line by line in the sky like pie
INTRO
Justin, I need to tell you something
I have seen the pain in your heart
Jesus can see it too
And You can have more of Jesus in your life.
He
Yea yeah
Yea yeah
Yeah, yea yeah
(Liquifruit gang, northside)
Look
I'm talking Jesus
Sipping juice,by the liter
Bitch I can't drop this call to chat
download
Away
Flowers
Deine Lakaien
Will grow
To be cut
Dialectic
By children
With knives of
lyrics
Kitchens
In
free lyrics
Disarray
justin had
me as crazy
As the world was over this whole Y2K thing
And by the way, N'Sync, why do they sing?
Am I the only one who realizes they stink?
Should
bro to be home by 3:30
It’s 3:45 and we still outside
Hanging out with Justin and them nowhere near that green line
I could hear my father yelling in
of IUP without a four year degree
Got robbed by the cops for a couple of g’s
I got a job just to try to pay the lawyer fees and
Low key sell trees, try
get it gone by the eighth
Bitch you may know Justin but you don't know Jay
May know Justin but you don't know Jay
Fuck on a bitch make her scream hooray
and speak to me, I don't know you
And no, I don't owe you a mothafuckin' thing
I'm not Mr. N'Sync, I'm not what your friends think
I'm not Mr. Friendly, I
and speak to me, I don't know you
And no, I don't owe you a mothafuckin' thing
I'm not Mr. N'Sync, I'm not what your friends think
I'm not Mr. Friendly, I
called my winky
Now wait for it
Just-in Beaver
. I mean, what a way to knock a mans horse down, baby!
CINDY:
Oh, come on! I was just having a bit
Nike Airs on my feet
Yeah I'm flying about hundred feet
Justin Vinylz coming with that heat
No receipt cause your talk is cheap
Nike Airs on my feet
rap, run beat, this my song
Man step back, let the pvck do it's thing, Super Saiyan, I'm gettin' in my form
Justin listen to fax, come fuck with
rap, run beat, this my song
Man step back, let the pvck
Do it's thing, Super Saiyan
I'm gettin' in my form
Justin listen to fax, come
Fuck with the pvck
Brothers
Gang raped Katy Perry's butt
And gave her AIDS
And then she gave the AIDS to Lady Gaga
And that made Gaga give
Birth to Justin Bieber
And that's why
frustrated 'cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap sh-
frustrated 'cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap shit
I gotta beat 'em
And by four I'm finna leave 'em
And at five I go repeat, I go repeat it
And I hit my dance like Juan but I'm brown Justin Bieber
that, hot as hell though
Yo yo, what, uhh what
Bella {?} hop to this, what, uhh, uhh
Set it down dawg, what
(One by one) Rule one up in this bitch
to me, I don't know you
And no, I don't owe you a mothafuckin' thing
I'm not Mr N'Sync, I'm not what your friends think
I'm not Mr Friendly, I can be
Young Money, Nicki Minaj, Justin
Show you off, tonight I wanna show you off
What you got, a billion could've never bought
We gonna party like
like a anchor line
My bloodline from ancient times
Smokin' weed by the ancient mine
You niggas funny like Richard Pryor
My shit cray, it get you high
Five AKs and they pop, NSYNC
Got five lil' baes and they pop and drink
If it's not bright pink then it's not my drink
These bright white links make
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