Lyrics:
Check the catalog, put out a hundred packs
Watch for drug sniffing dogs, they coming from the back
I'm straight thunder clap, the funky drummer's back
Plump pigeons
Swimming their plumpness away
Cackling at me
Every day I walk down my stairs
Stop laughing
The feathered ones
Are a peanut gallery
To save for the next time I'm away
'Cause any day that happens to go by
Without you my tears just won't run dry
I want to be with you every day
'Cause all
anticipate, it's okay
To celebrate, payday, my day, do my dance
Money dance, milly rock, my time, we don't talk
Hundred K, countin all them hundreds for
you wack!
You wildin' 5002-0?
You stylin'
Every time I hear Cass' verse I
Think Juvey 'bout to say
"This for the '99 and the 2000!"
You lost a lot
take the chance to be another person
You see that the branch you are sittin' is not the right one
Every day I meet a hundred guys like ya
System has
stood
I am not the same as I was before
But the last thing I expect is to be knocked down by a door
'Cause I'm always changing but I'm like a portrait
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
Killing hundreds each day
That is real fascist
I don't care what you say
Word to Miranda
Hamilton Alexander
Pretending Superman
Really Homelander
Chale -
You think your little arm'll get in the way of Armageddon?
Forget it Day, no, really, forget this day
If I had a time machine, I'd go back in time
wrong
When every day is sunshine
Everyday is sunshine
Everyday is sunshine
I was born by the river with the sunblock
Say I'm cooking up the heat so
CashMoney AP
Everything foreign, nigga
Every time you swing my way (every time you swing my)
I be on that thing all day, aw yeah (I be on that
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
100 days, 100 nights, me and my niggas had it hard
100 days, 100 nights, Outchea always stealing cars
I ain't trippin' off no motion, my time coming
a hundred nights
Yeah I got a main girl, but I done hit a hundred types
Every wrong I do, I'm stayin' tryna do a hundred rights
Got her for cheap,
when
The world was run by black men
Back to the future
Anything can happen
If these are the last days
And 100-foot waves come crashing down
I get
enough to even be curious
And we lose like every game, so every day I be furious
So, the spirit of a nigga had changed
To the point I had to reframe
that paint a portrait of this nigga
I'm just living my life with the wrong and right
Trying to right my wrongs with every song I write
I came a long
I found you all in a box of yellowed papers
You, this collection of portraits taken
Seventy, eighty, ninety, perhaps one-hundred years ago
All of you
That's when I was like
Yeah
And then
Every time I see the footage of you performin' it
And I'm like
Yo, that's the joint, that's the joint right there
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
and let's go to the clouds
And keep going up
I move like a ghost and I still got the power
Yeah, you know what's up
I put in my 100,000 hours
This wasn't by
Catch me by the pool in my Tony Starks slippers
Wonder Woman armed Ghost is intelligent
Made thirty offa Def Jam I was killing 'em
Did cash
'm
Not very good! People don't
Really respect me!
Mark: If I were a girl, every
Time I went to the gynecologist
I'd fake an orgasm!
Tom: Bad kids! Mark:
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