Lyrics:
Now I feel the sun
Now she feel the breeze
Now she on her knees
Buzzing like a bee
Count up by the threes
This a lemon squeeze
I make lemonade
Came from
face at
And the MAC 11 tucked in where da 12 gauge at
When I was 13 had 14 grams of ajax
Turned 15 start spitting 16s
Of straight crack
By 17, 18th
a restaurant in Vegas
It's only right we play Sinatra
Salud, Mi casa, Su casa
She in the mood, and I got a bottle
S*** I'll be back by tonight
Just send
a girl in pink suspenders
And her buz-whams were stupendous
Like two bald-headed men sitting side by side
She wore a BRA SIZE 45 and she could jump
Wit' rent still?
A bitch won't make it past first
Base if I curve her
Unless she got Angels In The In Field
I keep a 40 below, a 45
You add the wind
Hope that he come with that Shibuya bag
Spitting that fire like shisui back
Niggas still hating about shit that we had
My homie Matt send me a beat from
(Oh, it wasn't produced by RJ?
Throw the beat away) i know damn
I know damn well you ain't come
In here sipping fake Tris
I be sipping Quagen with
floor by floor
Talk shit, I send 'em door by door
Made for the Snow White life, four by fours my nigga
I'm from a big city
Tryna make a living
just woke up the yard
Oh lord tell me she want me in charge
Bitch I'm Kobe in the fourth
Top down breath dust from the Porsche
East side but the latitude
Talking by the pool of light, language from America.
She puts on the film of him, King is white and in the crowd
They are not a melting pot, say
Talking by the pool of light, language from America.
She puts on the film of him, King is white and in the crowd
They are not a melting pot, say
Talking by the pool of light, language from America.
She puts on the film of him, King is white and in the crowd
They are not a melting pot, say
you so mad
A B C D E F G
I'ma meet ya mother and she gon suck my D
Yea nigga who you think I am
Thrash skrt
Hit a car crash
Niggas wanna fight but
of female muppet in a doctor's uniform)
The doctor makes you well real quick
If by chance you're feeling sick
She works and works the whole day long
of death, we can not save ourselves.
To breathe is not enough.
Yes sir, I Will.
When you woke this morning you looked so rocky-eyed,
Blue and white
no BB,
Pull out that strap, no Lesbo
Bad white bitch from Fresno, ayy
She said I'm too damn fresh, okay
She wanna eat me, Frito-Lay
Pourin' that lean
little Saint Nick, get the fuck up off my dick
(I need to eat some meat, I need to have some roast beef)
Sittin' by the Christmas fire
You know I ain't no
Trump V.O.
I am the least racist person that you have ever meet
Nobody respects women more than I do
Grab ‘em by the pussy
45th President Donald J.
Me & ninaaa
Like Martin & gina
White beater
Red nose
Gated house uh
Picket fence
Backyard
Dig a ditch
6 feet
Undefeated nigga
...
Quarters in
overlooked legs shake like seizures
Legs split thinking I'm shook better bet I'll read you
Roof's on fire turn up the speakers
Aye, turn up the speakers
Aye,
We need talk about this freedom of speech thing
Excuse me, as I say some things not pleasing
Saw a white rapper at the BET TV scene
Dissing trump,
science
That mean I'm higher than higher learnin', look in my eyes
That's where the fire's burnin'
Try to deny a music messiah's returnin'
You die
This is not a fire drill, nigga (yeah)
This is not a fire drill, nigga, this the real thing (aw man)
Gang, gang, yeah (fuck that)
Fuck that
Talking by the pool of light, language from America.
She puts on the film of him, King is white and in the crowd
They are not a melting pot, say
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