Lyrics:
from Muhatma Gandhi
Mix Tupac and Slim in Tyler's Tamale
Nas, plus a couple dozen more, then you got me
Respect before you, there's a lot of them in me
know I'll see you everyday this
Year and that's for certain
So come fly with me
Mary come get high with me
I need you here by my side with me
Cuz now
um
I'm pretty sure everyone
Here knows you guys are one of
Our most active playlisting artists, and
You a lot of, thousands of
Followers, and you're
here playin
You must not know me well, you must not know me, baby
I know a lot of them don't wish me well
But see, I gotta keep on goin', baby
Uh, and I
colors on the house's floor
Tears painted on the door
Sneaking in the night
A door open
A road with a flaming trail
America's hypocrites!
Parties for
dusk till dawn
We're here to get it, so everybody sing along
Rowdy Raut here you know I like to cause a ruckus
Feeling immortal like I got a lot
Saucin up saucin up Shawtys
So saucy, erbody be searching for badboy
Hunted by hundreds, hiace for my party
Amar get a backup, bazaar choice
Sqeeze, too
And Sir Crown why don't you mix in the oldie
The hay'll keep the shit bouncin'
I got the jealous vatos time 'cause I got the hyna'z shoutin over LIl Rob
One
myself at the bottom
With a bottle in hand and bothered again by the thought I might fail
Bothered by noise and bothered by fear
Bothered I’m here broke
I guess it's now or never
Entertainment by definition is a form of activity
That holds the attention or interest of an audience
We live in a world
a Uber told her outside
Yeah
I feel the vibes up in here
The diamonds on my neck they rare
The party don't stop right here
I just gotta make this clear
We don't give a fuck about the money probs or agencies
We just wanna party, maybe this mansion's Da Hooks house
Rats don't wanna come here, this is
(Yes, yes I’m high)
Wake up on the roof, I don’t wanna feel
I don’t wanna talk, I don’t wanna
I’m just trying to be a cloud away from here
People
following the courses charted by the
Party of The Commies; all the monuments are toppling
The arsonists have gone and bombed a Pottery Barn
Oh, the atrocity!
the name and favorite later
I'm getting top notch picks
I'm getting better every mix
Building myself brick by brick
I ain't Sean but you still fucking up
ends cuz my habit is to spend
Enough is enough and it's time to cut the shit cuz the words to the Neumann catching fire they be lit
Blow by the zip
featuring Slick Rick Snoop Doggy Dogg
I falls off into a party in the N.Y.C.
Niggaz lookin at me strange but they lovin my chain
Bang bang
outta here anyway"
I use peoples before they use me
'Cause you could get got by an Uzi over an OZ
That's what a OG told me
Gots to find someplace
outta here anyway"
I use peoples before they use me
'Cause you could get got by an Uzi over an OZ
That's what a OG told me
Gots to find someplace
Verse 1: Po3
I’m motivated by the notion of being overrated or under-appreciated for greatness
I know the matrix, with the numbers on the screen I
Dolly Madison with the Patterson, slobbin
I want a lot of, Pina Colada
Box of bon-bons, hooky fruits and glandia
Creamy, here comes the ice-cream man
a strain on my existence
Gotta fix this
Or I think that I'll be dead by Christmas
I'm begging forgiveness
Oh, where am I going here?
And I'm losing control
to a lot of G's
I'm poppin' P's
'bout to pour up a lot of lean
I'm in the condo by myself
With a lot of sleeves
I'm hearin' funny voices in here
But the chop
long haul from that beautiful outta-here bayou?
O for sure it's a bangin party
banged my head on a girl named risky
got to hear lord sir mccartney
do
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