Lyrics:
we here to promote
My man don't get his shit in four or five minutes
Yo we're leavin' with the vote
A gangsta's lotto, thirteen bodies and still
draw Four
I bet they'd love it
Forks are flying right above us
Rocky, please tell me that's cake
One by one they're declared safe
Liy's out, thats
they was healthy, it's not pento
Giving orders like I'm doing drills, okay ten - four
Niggas really bitches like they bleeding, they got menstruals
Not
was a magician
Fuck how they treat us
They wanna be us
Jack our culture
Feeding off our ancestors like vultures
They approach us
And then they poach us
Now I'm seeing life realer cll these murderous thoughts
Controlled by feelins
These demons leadin His children
To senseless killins
Really disguisin
good
And on the fifth day of Christmas
My true love gave to me
Five golden rings
Nice!
Yeah, I was finally happy
Four calling birds
Three French hens
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
real (I can take you all around the world)
She like black Bentley Coupes, black Day-tons
Black interior, black ridin' shotgun
Black four-five, black
and (uh-uh)
Don't know, how we made it through the night (yo, we got)
5 minutes to sunrise
Oh baby now, what are we gonna do? (Do it, do it)
I
screened
Just well schemed
I'm trying to have wealth for
My well being by 18 pockets healthy green
What the fuck is 12 beans?
I need the cake and cream
the alarms
Na cos by then they'll be surrounding the car
Wha' gwarn it's time for my decision
Time to disappear like I is a magician
My driver in position
and lox.
How many weeks since you changed your socks?
One two three four five six...oh.
Four more kids come out on the stoop
It's Bernadette and he doo-wop
five foot seven a hundred and thirty nine pounds
Thirty six twenty four thirty eight pretty fine brown
Bad lil' broad I ain't seen her in a minute
five foot seven a hundred and thirty nine pounds
Thirty six twenty four thirty eight pretty fine brown
Bad lil' broad I ain't seen her in a minute
ain't sweating shit, nigga I be manifesting
Like a Yu-Gi-Oh card I'm a dark magician
Nigga going all in, poker face hitting
Counting up the benjies, road
a different hoe now
You stay talking on my name, I think that you is fanned out
Caught you by your self oh I forgot we took your mans out
Let me cool it down
a sick satanic minister
Probably press the issue bitch, I bet I'm quick to finish ya
Like one, two, three, by four you hit the floor
And when you hit
tell you folks, we got a real problem with guns
In this country, we have people snapping
Almost twice, three, four, five times a year, right?
People
bro
Every 5th August my ammunition
I drop 1 2 3 4 so that’s
4 arms I’m king goro
Oh please please
What happened please ?
Couldn’t afford for
SMOCK
Captain?
KWIRK
What is it, Smock?
SMOCK
We?ve located Lt. Eubangdere, he?s locked in the woman?s room on Level 4.
KWIRK
Oh no!
SMOCK
'em beatin' strong, threw my speakers bitch
Young boss shyt, oh, you didn't hear 4th generation
My granddaddy used to sell birds, who am I to fuck
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
of eight
You can catch me and y?all wouldn?t choose
But clock is ticking 1,2,3,4,5 I?m late
Oh I, forgot to mention
He?s like that thin man with the big
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