Lyrics:
dancers
Bitin' is forbidden pah, pay that tax
And don't you ever look at us funny, boy, we'll bring rap back
And that'll hurt you like Superman, chased by
Baby
You been on my mind yeah as of lately
Boy you got me on lock goin' crazy
Is you down to ride?
I'll be at ya side ain't gotta rush no we be late
at the Grammys, Tom Ford to my feet (ah-ha)
Boss on the avi, Rihanna screensaver
Whenever you see fat boy, I know it mean paper (we trippy, mane, uh)
Juicy J
he ain't no altar boy
He's an angel with a dirty face like Pretty Boy Floyd
He's the kind a kid sittin' in the park if you want to cop a lid
And if
round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned stick-up kid, but look what you done did
Got sent up for a eight-year bid
Now your manhood is took and you're
it's the same thing cause boys in blue killed George Floyd
I'm just waiting for this planet to crash with an asteroid
And now it's life and death and I
from nothin' boy we used to shop at the Dollar Tree
Got Fallz on my mind, every time, that I'm in yo' city I gotta leave
All I know is grind, member them
to rhyme
It's like they got their lyrics on sale at the Qwik-E-Mart
It's pretty sad, but that's the state of the art
[Verse Three: Tom Rockwell - Sudden
Green
They snap their photographs and say
"Gawd darn it, isn't it a pretty scene?"
And Daisy's married Tom the grocer boy
And now he owns a grocery
the village green.
They snap their photographs and say "gawd darn it,
Isn't it a pretty scene?"
And daisy's married tom the grocer boy,
And now he owns
She says she likes a Ghetto boy
Me adey take am by force cause abi the Ghetto boy
Sey see the money adey kush oh
Me ago dey give it to you hard oh
encore
Homies out in heaven that's the reason that we ball for it
Medic Medic Medic he need milk boy
He can't take my team all by himself boy
Ain't no
It's by design and I'm racing a marathon
Blessed with the funding
Cool, hey
But don't turn your back on your goons goons
Boys are not smiling, true, hey
he ain't no altar boy
He's an angel with a dirty face like Pretty Boy Floyd
He's the kind a kid sittin' in the park if you want to cop a lid
And if
stay clear
I had one rule
Don't be fooled by those boys
And this boy
Is one I know I should avoid
One day
He'll leave me so destroyed
I've been here
by the river when the moon started drippin',
Finally figured out what a boy been missin'
Sinkin' into those eyes, yeah wrong never felt so right
We
a penny goes
Round and back again
Listen and I'll tell you
The places that I've been
I was stolen from a banker by Pretty Boy Floyd and then
He gave
Boy we gon make it, they can’t rush us nigga
A bag of cash inside a duffle bag
Moving low key but still living fast
I’m on this road to a bigger stash
I have lost all my love
So one thing left for that is drug (That's all my love)
You're my drug I been took, trying to avoid
Left my boy home alone
boy gets hurt and then he grabs a pen
I don't care about a thing except this thing
Yeah, i'm a realer G than your G-string
He wish it was him but it's
in the April and May weather, but I'm not a pretty boy like Floyd
I don't really care if you've got a degree
You're not sick with the words like me
date, amusement park, you was looking so tempting
You say you like heights
Now I'm scared and I'm timid
By the end of the night
We was hugging and kissing
Can't take the me out of me young boy
Can't take the me out of me young boy
Tell me what you really fucking want
I swore this was the type of shit
London where them boys die by the hundreds
No one taught us how to mourn, so we go print 'em on our jumpers
Back when Megan had the TT, hood dreams
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