Lyrics:
a beautiful corpse
Live my life on the run
I got my cash and my Louis Vuitton
Diamonds and guns
Girls just wanna, just wanna have fun
I spent my whole life
everybody
I'm hanging off the branch of a tree
With a rope on my
This happens to often mental garbage forget
Burn your mouth just like a cigarette
For not
in my basement but he goes and out in my woods and lives in a ditch back there yeah
I bring him guns
No he's not dangerous he just has fun
We all have
the kings lap.
Heard by her cruel words
Dhruva looked at his father with tearful eyes
But the king did not say a word for fear of earning displeasure
TGIF on ABC not gonna be beat
Step by Step and Urkel and Boy Meets World yeah that's you
A rollercoaster ride of family fun
Best damn shows under
Trying to steal my flow lil nigga you missed the wave
Know shorty got lost so I told her my dick the way
Now I got money these niggas just live to hate
Rhonda: (broadway-style fake singing)
Jingle bells, jingle bells,
Jingle all the way!
Oh, what fun it is to ride
To chicago every day, oh...
Thing-fish:
the sureshot MCs for the affair
Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang
But I rap to the beat just the same
I got a little face, and a pair of brown eyes
like I should
Prolly run away
I’m not afraid
I just don’t feel like I should stay
Think it time
To cut my ties
Take a chance
And catch a break
My lil boy
Carrying thirty thousand pounds (hit it Big John) of bananas.
He was a young driver,
Just out on his second job.
And he was carrying the next day's
in-depth
All thoughts I come across, my mind's the source
Made by the are, of course
Seven holes in my face as I'm lookin out my window
Speak
to level one
But where's the fun
If you never fail, take an L
What's beginners luck
You know what
I might need a second, but just know I ain't no runner up
I
there just exclusive
Back strap the zoot quick
While I spit out this new shit
Cos I've not got the tools
In the bag like screw fix
That's why you're
where is Cam boy
Zo drop this shit boy and we finna break the fucking dashboard
Lot of niggas hot but niggas is not this
Lot of niggas doubted but niggas
on corners and fighting for fun
Bullied them boys with a badge on they hip
Screaming fuck every fed living under the sun
I'm from East where ain't nothing here
rearview mirrors
They dip as quick as they can
The atmosphere is now ripped
I'm so like a pimp, I'm glad it's night
So the light from thе sun would
Not burn
You keep callin' her phone, drivin' by when I'm not here
She's beggin' me not to lose my temper
Lord, I've tried, but my patience is runnin' thin
dash board
This shit is too fun swear I'm never getting bored
I just load a beat with my notes then record
If you Live by the gun I might die by
quincé, had fun and danced crazy
Those were the good days, just followed my own ways
As June finals came, I started to feel a little shame
Might not see my
difference is that you do not own it (skrrt)
I can just tell by the way that you drivin' it
I pull up in that car just like it's stolen, yeah
Came a long
'em
Don't get involved be not a witness
We deal and we ball you not a victim
Sew up your jaw just stop ya bitchin
We don't want hear it we bottle sippin
three-hundred a line
But you gotta suck it, you not even tryin' (muah)
Meet me in a second, I'm pressin' for time
Hold up, slutty boy gon' go die, bitch (yeah,
And you paint plain scum
Taint fun
Faint drums
When it rains, stained some
Brain spun
I ain't dumb
I just fucking hate everyone
But not really, I mean
Call
fucking grown now i was a little-ass
Kid in 2009 i've figured shit out
– well not figured shit out that's
Ridiculous not in some pretentious way
Just
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