Lyrics:
ya look
Neck gotta crook
Cause I got what it took
Somebody Please call 911
F 12
I’m Feeling like Bush
I just be louder then kush
Pop out like a butch
It's all eyes on me
I'm on the blockie yuh
She call me papi yuh
I'm wih da mobby yuh
Do it for Bobby
Back out the gloccie yuh
Pop like by a oxy yuh
You
Come the applause, thank you
I love that you feelin' this like withdraws
Aim to do more than just please, more like to ease
Painful everyday like
decease well then, please
Bury me by my grand-grand and when you can, come follow me
God bless you workin' on a plan to heaven
Follow the Lord all
whisperers
Choke on your own spit just as soon as you mention us
Champagne corks, kicks by Louis sports and
Keep my hoes in Pucc' and Charles Jourdan
Cop
your paddles
Leave me to face the infinity moonlight I was blocked by the window
But what does it mean
I just kept on moving on the way to consume coffee
take them no more
You and your, your
Fake Tears
Good bye
crranged, Composed and Written by:
Charles Edward Rayborn III
c.k.a.
The cmerican Prince
decease well then, please
Bury me by my grand-grand and when you can, come follow me
God bless you workin' on a plan to heaven
Follow the Lord all
Baby, if you feel alone
Please don't ever be in that zone
Baby girl, I'm by your side
Baby girl, don't ever cry
Baby, if you feel alone (if you feel
I'll kill a n***a just like KD, I'll dunk a n***a just like I'm LeBron.
By myself I swear to God I'll put it on, Im the sun that came in after
to me in my dreams
Is she taken, is she taken? Is she mine, is she mine?
Don't got, don't care, don't have two ish to give
Let me take you by the hand
to me in my dreams
Is she taken? (Is she taken?) Is she mine? (Is she mine?)
Don't got time don't care, don't have two shits to give
Let me take you by
I'm going for the clout
But please just hear me out
I want you to hear me shout
Higher visibility
Can you see me now
My mentality's maturing
Will not
Maybe y'all can work it out, make your peace
Unh, but please don't make me leave
I miss Music Video Connection
Miss Sandra Clark and Laura Charles
ease please
Champagne popped with ease please
I need all of fees please
Don't want mac give me cheese please
Grip it, twist it, ride it like a ripstick
yeah)
(Bitch I ain’t average)
Bitch I ain’t average, I am. Savage yeah)
Written by: Gachmy Charles, YoungNacho
stroke, move it to the right, twist the anime, then beat it Ike
Get blinded by the sight of her, swear, baby girl, you
Ray Charles my eyes
You see her, you
Niggas don't love you no more
6 feet deep at age 16
Want me dead? Well bitch say please
Rap niggas ain't woke, know the fee
R.I.P Juice, R.I.P Charles
burst
And the lavatory makes you fear the worst,
It was used by Charles the First
Quite informally,
And later by George the Fourth
On a journey
merch
Yo, ummm real quick
This dude spent 8 years
Studying barnacle dick
Kick it
You think I'm impressed
By your boat trip please
You're the most annoying
bodies
Everybody seeing what I’m doing man you know they copy
They said I couldn’t do it I’m like “man please watch me”
Legend in the making oh yea they
drifting, Ricky Bobby
How I whip the motherfuckin’ Maserati
Guaranteed, you’ll never wanna try me
Coming at your head, it’s a kamikaze (Ayy!)
(Ayy!) Out
admirer sign it with this
A sonnet of love a gift from above cupid just hit me I brought my heart with me
Something in common like Bobby and Whitney giving
to hide
But I took my old place right by your side
You looked like a raccoon with those circles round your eyes
If my offer is improper, please come home
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