Lyrics:
hiding? It's inconvenient, but I've been biding my time
Thinking that I've been sliding by, trying to cover up my crimes
Committed against humanity,
roll by, I got nothin' on me
'Cause the smoke's already in the air
I'm loped up with two braids in my hair
All star with the khaki suit
I'mma fuck around
Some pick up a microphone and can't even achieve this
Oscar award winning your shit I'm bored with it
Stop copy-catting son (why?) cause your dog did it
wagon for me
(Ho ho ha ha)
Tina, Tina, Tina, Tina ah ha!
You sweet little schemer
Tina Marie
(Tina, Tina Marie)
Oh what you do
Your brand
dick sucked by a man befo'
But you gon' be the first you little trick ass hoe
Then you can tell me just how it taste
But before I nut I shoot some piss
some kids tryna make it out
Eight niggas in a little room with the music loud
At the edge of summer pushing fall bitch
Twenty Seventeen august
Dropped up
snobby little pig snot nose
You think you're hot shit cause you're in heat
Well, bitch, if you're solar, then I'm your polar opposite, dog
Cause I'm
hooked on Mobb-phonics, Infamous-bonics
Lyin' to the Pop Dog like you got it
You ain't no wildin' out for the Knife-Fist thrower
Rusty shank holder, we
Wake up grab the mail see some moving boxes
Cool girl ponytail got that brand new car smell
Oh shoot kinda cute and she brought her dog with
So I
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
the business
Never gonna quit it
Top of my ambition
If I'm tripping I hurdle to keep on getting
Make a decision live it
Then spit it for you to listen
At the end
God damn
When it rains it pours
Gentleman Jack on my brand new floors
Passed out cold woke up in a blur
Dreamt I was living in the Simpsons world
a Wilt, new gen' Glock
Michael Jordan
Everything y'all do little, boy
Our life enormous
Old school ShittyBoyz vibes
We ain't write a chorus
Up before
Uno, I came with the chopper
I leave a hole in
You like motherfuckin' bagels (Bang)
Girl, don't you listen to
Them little niggas
I swear they be telling
where we go
By the evening we catching vibes
Hmm hmm
We wake up in the morning just chill and relaxin
Grab a six pack
And listen to Jack Johnson
The only
wagon for me
(Ho ho ha ha)
Tina, Tina, Tina, Tina ah ha!
You sweet little schemer
Tina Marie
(Tina, Tina Marie)
Oh what you do
Your brand
shall all sing "Hallelujah"
I'm American by birth
And Southern by the grace of God
I'm gonna slip off with my cousin
For a little shot of bourbon
Listen
a shady spot to sit and just be for a little while
Listen to the whispers of this brand new day
It tells me a secret that only my spirit can hear
Holy
they still know me everybody watching now
Everybody watching
Ain't shit changed muthaphucka
But shit changed
Same old hooker
Brand new dress
Bought
they still know me everybody watching now
Everybody watching
Ain’t shit changed muthaphucka
But shit changed
Same old hooker
Brand new dress
Bought
only smoke out with my homie Oscar The Grouch
(Barney Theme to the beat)
The Care Bears (Dead) Berenstein Bears (Dead)
All the furry little bitches,
****** console off
Sorry I got hot under the shock collar triggered by my constant losses
I'm ground pounding into lava. Molotov
Hoppin about. Oscar
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