Lyrics:
of France
Nothing further, I jumped
Grabbed my Goyard trunk
Got ready to 'Walk it Out' like Unk
In my John Lennon chucks
That's when I heard Murder
of France
Nothing further, I jumped
Grabbed my Goyard trunk
Got ready to 'Walk it Out' like Unk
In my John Lennon chucks
That's when I heard Murder
Ladies and Gentlemen!
The show that you've all been waiting for
Champion Birdwatchers!
How you doin' baby? I see you walk by
I'm wondering if you
you should
Tell 'em that the champion's home
I been outside with my totóns
Sellin' pies like it's Papa John
Catch us in the fancy rides
We lookin
Yung JC in the studio yuh
He don't know that he booty tho yuh
Cross jar jar binks with the crashcourse
Jeff green overdosed on a fat xan lookin uh
watchin porn but I ain't bicurious
My heart broken so I put it in rice
Lookin nice piped her twice maybe I piped her thrice
Jesus Christ
Fat ass possessed
chill by the parlor
I be wreakin' havoc
You can't fucking have it
I can never panic
Because I'm too organic
She think that she savage
But I think that she
poppin' (Facts)
Can't forget show stoppin'
Dope smokin' dope countin' (Oowoo!)
Three clap Surf City gang slidin'
City of the Crips by the beach (Go!)
This
pockets that I throw all on her tits
Ain't no stoppin'
I been poppin'
Said I make hits after hits
Automatic foreign shit be lookin' like cocaine
Pussy,
marching lookin mean
Terrified they did what any believer would do
They cried out to heaven
Because they felt confused
They asked moses
Did you bring us
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
Falayo, falayo, falayo, falayo
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
You know the drill, Fross
Uh, like what? Who
gotta keep 2 of mine close
I shoot at your feet have you lookin like you was just jumpin ropes
Them people I be with cut throats
I need my money blue like
out, put him up
Now, they got him airing on TV
Make niggas blind
John Cena, can't see me
Swing on his on block
Drop bombs on repeat
Hop out the car
I'ma
Yeah welcome to my city, fuck yo girl and grab her titty, being felt up by six niggas up in dat kitty, so keep on talkin' and we'll leave your life
bro got off the trish, I broke off my wrist
These niggas be bitch extended bananas, banana my my clip
My niggas be shooting, we call him John Wick
by the time you hear of me, you'll be in trouble riding it
Hate me now, and say you've be bumping the one and only YDoubleR
John William, bitch, aye
house (Whoa)
I remember sleepin' on my dad's couch (Whoa)
Now I got the Bentley, and it's blacked out (Whoa)
Family lookin' at me like a cash cow
chick
Number one fly with your number one kick
When it's all done then your number gon' switch
You lookin at Atilla
The psychopathic killer,
Old Noah took much ridicule
For building his great ark
But after forty days and forty nights
He was lookin' pretty smart
Sometimes it's best to brave
Gypsy woman told my mama 'while 'fore I was born
She said you got a boy child comin' he'll be a bad one, now
Have all you little women taken by
old Noah took much ridicule
For building his great ark
But after forty days and forty nights
He was lookin' pretty smart
Sometimes it's best to brave
loudly, there's a man in the hall...
Hell, it's some kinda lunatic followin' me.
He's down by the john so I can't take a pee.
I'm 's'posed t' be
We'll go ahead, do your best and find me
Matter of fact, I'll be at your mom's by nine and we'll be fuckin' all night
Disregard the rubber
I'ma pull out
see me and faint
It's drastic, I'm past my limit of coke
I think I'll up my high by slittin' your throat
Push your baby carriage into the street,
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