Lyrics:
'Cause I've left that girl so many times before, oh
By the time I make Albuquerque, she'll be working
And she'll probably stop at lunch
Just to give
Yo, it's Famous Chris
We about to do this Jingle Bells Remix
With my sis, Dianna Vu (What's up)
And Thomas Veli (Y'all ready for this?)
Let's do it
And knowing he throwing it up
All black fit, match all the all black vans
Called the lil boy Thomas cause he thought he can
When the pack came in boy I did my
new crescent wrench, oh
Oh, a brand new crescent wrench
We had three fine children
As eight years went on by
I learned a supervisor's line
My
how much longer my distress you can ignore?
Oh Senorita, Oh Senorita
Oh Senorita, Oh Senorita
I’ve always been on the outside looking in
I tried my
of the moon, oh
Eye of the storm
My heart is straight thorns
I don't know what to do
My life is going different ways
Sit around and think about you all day
for school lunch
You up here lyin' 'bout shit
That you ain't do once
My life? I'm like a modern day RL stein
These stories will give you Goosebumps
I do
that seem to help us get by
Oh I don't know the reasons for this
I only hope that she falls for my tricks
When I went up to ask her
Would you like to go
oh oh oh oh
In the mall in the nighttime
You came back alone with a flashlight
It was the start of nothing (backwards)
And it was my favorite
oh oh oh oh
In the mall in the nighttime
You came back alone with a flashlight
It was the start of nothing (backwards)
And it was my favorite
(smoke sound)
Running it like Sonic and I'm deadly with Knuckles (shyea)
Rub my hands together followed by evil chuckles (lol fx)
I'm number one bitch fuck
the same yute
Every gyal a pree like we ah the new yute
And ah crick dem neck just fi see a who
And wah buy wi shirt and new shoes
Oh my God we ah must cook
bringin that baby drama
My niggas been my niggas forever we make commas
Get this shit together and kick it in St. Thomas yea
This a.r. got a whole lot
a little bit better
We take the joy, we take the pain
It's not about what you gain
We just tryna get by
We just tryna get by
Oh, this is the story
sued by some fuckboy
And y'all was tryna get me to change my name and shit
I spent my whole fucking career, this who I was
Y'all trying get me
saying
I ain't friends with her
cm I the goat that I did interfere at a lunch table
cnd sit at a popular girls table
Then tell them about my record label
saying
I ain't friends with her
Am I the goat that I did interfere at a lunch table
And sit at a popular girls table
Then tell them about my record label
oh-oh)
I got money now
Bitch
Look, look
'Member we stayed in apartment, the house was provided by government
And my cousin he slept on the couch
be spitting for a while
Spit for days, shit, spit for months
Out to dinner, she had my dick for lunch
Told her to bring a friend and she brought
place your bets as to who that benefits
The very seat of government where Hamilton sits
(Not true)
Oh, if the shoe fits, wear it
If New York's in
smarts, that’s my thing
It’s not enough to have balls, Spalding, ha
One day by Starbucks
I bumped into a guy rocking black Chucks
He said “Excuse me,
steel-ah
Ran out my house with the mack oh yes indeed
Red eyes booted up from smoking that weed
Cause I'm big time Hustla big dope dealer
Press Park, Desire,
Alexander, Abraham, Thomas, George
Dead presidents in my jeans
Feel like a goat with six rings
Get to the top by any means
Alexander McQueen's on my feet
Enrgy made this one
How do you do? Lunch Crew
Look
Baby, I'm a savage
I got some shooters that'll cook a nigga cabbage
My daddy didn't marry
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