Lyrics:
Black Thought, my sound's hard to come by
Last spotted on a yacht getting dumb high
Banging yacht rock with my squad from 2-1-5
Straight calling niggas
been acquainted
Flyness who made it
It gets duplicated
Mindless violence
Well let me try to paint it
Here's the 5 steps
In hopes to explain it
Prophetic reason its often the case seasonally
Maker maker she x em and close it too tight
Mother mother sorry them peasants they know
Little to nothing bout
He was walking alone on a railway track[00:40.78]In his trembling hand carrying a small oil lamp[00:47.20]Filled up with beer he felt so
Big Dre not the little one, don't play with it, okay
Brand new lashes, get it for you, you're my girl, know I spoil
Deep up in it feel your oils stay
this bitch a super eight
ten thousand dollars on my wheels I'm trying to reduce the scrape
I know I lie but when I get high I'm up like Allah
fingernail
To meet the Paris climate accord in time
Emissions needed to decline by 7.6 percent
A year, between 2020 and 2030
And guess how much emissions
Wu original, true colors step from the melanin
The most high, most try, to get close by
And overthrow I, but choke, with they hopes up high
I
Wu original, true colors step from the melanin
The most high, most try, to get close by
And overthrow I, but choke, with they hopes up high
I
on the set
Puttin' oil on her legs like she Gloria Velez
She was 'Eye Candy' in the XXL
Hopped off the page and on a skateboard with Pharrell
I knew she
said it's a wrap, she still on the set
Puttin' oil on her legs like she Gloria Velez
She was Eye Candy in the XXL
Hopped off the page and on a skateboard
6 litre whips 7 figure pots 8 with the gang 9 millis bang 10 litre crops Mac 11
pops 12 in the jury 5 in the dock 6 litre whips 7 figure pots 8 with
Lincoln
Then Mr. B.S. beat his gums
And testified to me,
"Joe's washing the short,
Changing da oil
He'll be here by three."
So the little hand hits
Now the king told the boogie men
You have to let that raga drop
The oil down the desert way
Has been shakin' to the top
The sheik he drove his
Ale v zahraničí fame, tak ten budeme mít my
Rozjedeme flame, nasolíme tyhle beaty
My ovládáme game, vystřelíme na orbity
Sodoma a Mr hyde, jsme zmrdi co
mind is fried from writing rhymes every nine to five
I'm still the flyest guy in this bitch, like a private jet
Did I forget to mention I'm top eleven,
of the Hummer
I joog out the back of the complex
I work that wrist like a
Timex, I do it big, nigga, 5X
I did not give out no freebie
I don't play Let's Make
What you know bout flipping 5 for 10 of them food stamps
You the type of nigga bang just to be a cool cat
You the type to fight the nigga when you get
your block with my troopers like we came for oil
We gave up our childhood just to go on Slauson
When you see that yellow tape, nigga, you know it's
foreplay so you need five and
Tell me shorty you got it baby
If its not it baby, hope its progress baby
Let it all drip baby
If you stop that shaking, no
or a dime to show|A fella beeped up in an automobile|He said 'You'll want to work in the Tobacco field's of||Tillsonburg (Tillsonburg) x2|My back still aches
was fly
Grabbed me by my hand and I thought I would die
Said she wanted to take me home to make love
Now that's the kind of rap that brothers dream
gettin' by
Brunch with some Qatar royals and my cup is all oil
You know it's real when your niggas will take the fall for you
All loyal so you keep
niggas on the front line
But when it comes to gettin' ahead, they put us way behind
I ain't gettin' my leg shot off
While Bush old ass on t.v. playin'
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