Lyrics:
a 100 bands on what you like
What you like
What you like
Get what you want #### the price
Baby you I'm the man
I am the man with the plan
Plug in
a 100 bands on what you like
What you like
What you like
Get what you want fuck the price
Baby you I'm the man
I am the man with the plan
Plug in
feelings
My mind it can't function
Off adderall xanny bars too many drugs I took
I'm not being funny
Trust me
Give me two years 100 bands for to book me
minie, moe
Can never catch the things, that I'm saying by the toe
If I catch you sharing notes, then I'm going Chernobyl
Imma melt them all away, like
keep it real low
PG and MD in the studio
Metro on the side man, by the window
Shout out to shots now, got me like woah
Now I just smoke, when I
on
Understand I'm the man the Don
She gonna love a Nigga by the end of the song
I know why these niggas keep creeping
Day to day I be stacking my bread while you
Mami you miss me don't you?
Haters wish you? could hit me don't you?
Heh, you should call me uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demand
That new
Running man running man running man, want 100 bands 100 bands 100 bands
I'm running back straight up to wonderland, bitch I do anything if you say I
I'm gon kill her
Don't stand too close to me
Gonna make me do something to the first degree now
Tryna go by with no frustration
But when I'm next
I'm shooting the stick that's an And 1
My grandma told me that I'm handsome
You broke boy you need to get your bands up
Big body tinted, a ghost in that
leave you with holes like a napkin
Man, he gon' need a napkin, no a band-aid, no a damn grave
I am rampage Jackson on a rampage, step in my cage
M-O-E, Murder Of Everything in front of us
And can't nobody stop it, because the reaper's coming to cancel every one of us
And it's all gravy, all of my
with the shit since a youngin what I'm accustomed to
They took my mans we took a couple that's what we was sposed to do
You better hope its close to you
champion)
(By second round knock-out, three minutes and forty seconds, Can-I-bus)
Yo, Canibus, man, you movin' like Mike Tyson Jr., man
You in and out,
champion)
(By second round knock-out, three minutes and forty seconds, Can-I-bus)
Yo, Canibus, man, you movin' like Mike Tyson Jr., man
You in and out,
of rubber bands
Contraband on the other hand
Big girls, big quips, turn around, roll center man
On the real, I'm a gentleman
Put the scrilla, I'm a killa,
girl
Play a record by my favorite band
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ, you're on the line, girl
Hey DJ,
Zagrałby big band coś pod styl la bamby
Byleby fajnie by nam dał dużo frajdy
Właśnie takie rajdy więcej takich
Zabawa do rana wszyscy się tu cieszmy
Teraz
doin, man
Don't give a damn if the squares don't understand
You let em tell you what to say and what to write
Your whole career'll be over by tomorrow
the drip wit the hammer
Bitch tell you mans get his bands up
New white bitchshe love white
Suck dat dicc wit ice
Energized dat neck give me life
You
let dem krakkas bam me
Niggas kno I never told
I never told on a man
I never told on a soul
I got tired of drive by
Gone run down wit da pole
If we find
Heffey:
"I'm in the booth right now, bitch!"
Heffey: "Hmm? Huh?!"
Heffey: "They hating!"
Juice: "Lil bitch!"
Run up them bands
Count up that cash
Run
rockin with the cockiness
Went to tropics moe toxic than the tropic man
Pussy poppin no option than to dive in
When I'm dockin, no stompin we don't like
Gotta eat me a rapper today
I forgot to eat man
Fuck it
Smokin' out my brain cells
Got the trap doin' numbers
Got everybody wonderin'
How
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