Lyrics:
[Intro]
In New York (it's comin)
In Detroit (it's comin)
In L.A. (it's comin
No, it's here)
The Batterram
The Batterram
(Went through my
up by my homie, ima punch you in the stomach. Ho.
There you go, it's your name. He don't mean it. No.
Girl you better count your dough, 'cause this
you'se a killer
Oh, hop in my four wheeler, oh, ain't nobody realer
Oh, you got a man, I'mma steal ya, oh, my ice is iller
Yeah, we drinking Patron and,
fuckin' era
And you should just admit it
Can't nobody do it better
Gotta Hood by Air sweater, this shit is M3
And I'm in a M3 till
My nigga Benji's we
Y'all don't deserve me, my flow unearthly
The greatest form of giving is anonymous to anonymous
So here y'all go, I promise this
Nickels and dimes
yourself cause the journey is long
Here I am, years later, singing this song
(Righ, Righ)
Now I'm a pre-teen and me
And mom hardly speak
If I don't call
found a weapon in my dresser
And you know it ain't impress her
So the rest is His-story
I got evicted
In the sunshine
This is my life, my life
In
been dead since 2006-ish
Dude down in the skids
Look who drowned with the fishes
Code Brown
My hoes now coked out and addicted
Hope not for eviction
Joe
Gather 'round miami Vice
All my cocaine dreamers you know
Miami Vice pusha spit this shit for y'all
Here we go
Youngin, don't make my sails rise
like water, bring the Tide up to here
So crazy, my formula is 409
It's Fantastik, you can go online
To get it A-L-L, that spells All
I Shout P-U-S-S-Y,
Yeah, it's time i go back to the business
They hear me on the track and they sayin'
"Who is this?"
My name's Randolph, I'm too much to handle
That's
many
Likes a selfie receives
Or how many people look at them and tease
My generation was drugged and
It ain't stopping
Everyone is growing up throwed
Off
many
Likes a selfie receives
Or how many people look at them and tease
My generation was drugged and
It ain't stopping
Everyone is growing up throwed
Off
stumbling drinking on Hennessy
Calling a spade a spade
My friends wont who they pretend to be
Ghost
I had to go
Cause this bitch think ima keep her
Aye she
the spell
Feelin's are in great detail
Man I can't even read myself like I'm made of Brail
I hate this cell
This is my acquainted jail
Tainted by the paint
the corner from my house is scary though
Psycho bitch is when it comes to relationships are very slow
Bet chya'll never understand it's over till your buried
New York Andy would begin his show by insulting women and saying, â??I won't respect them until one of them comes up here and wrestles me down.â?? This
crush this beat,
TCO, my cuz Steel, this is something unique, when we hook up, it's to cook up, when you look up it's me,
Ain't no game, we the bank,
kicked the bass like an NFL punter
I scooped this beauty, like a big game hunter
I said to the girl, "Boo, you look tired
Let's go to my crib, and bone by
My confidence giant yelling out "Fee Fi Foe"
We stuck in the house I just wanna see the bros
Life is a bitch I don't wanna see em' go
Foot on the gas
Come on and go with me
Come on over to my place
I don't feel like being lonely tonight
You see, I want, I want some company
And you look like
Come on and go with me
Come on over to my place
I don't feel like being lonely tonight
You see, I want, I want some company
And you look like
(What?)
Woah, hey hahaha
Look, look, yeah
(You already know what's goin' on man
Look) and all my criminals in here tonight
(What?) , tonight (What?) ,
each and every day
Some wonder why, I'd rather die
Than to continue living this way
Lord, I'm sittin' here on bended knee, my hands locked, eyes
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