Lyrics:
the pain
If these hoes down to jack, I want you to know
We comin down bald fades, not afros
[Verse 3: Key-C]
Now we chilling, now we just leaning
And we
the pain
If these hoes down to jack, I want you to know
We comin down bald fades, not afros
[Verse 3: Key-C]
Now we chilling, now we just leaning
And we
it up, jack it up
That's what playboys do when they come up on somethin'
Nigga, ice it up, dress it up, bezel it up
That's what Cash Money do when
people know him by the name of, uh, Microphone Mike
But those of us who know him well call him Michael Troy Nine
Give it up, give it up
I wanna give
wack, matter fact
It's like a cat from Mexico
That trap all kinda yay
(Kanye) wearin' a MAGA hat
A holy shirt and a pair
Of Yeezy's tryna swagger jack
You
I kinda wish I were a gambler
c cards man, to be exact
Writing songs about pairs and straights and flushes
The Queen of Diamonds and the One-Eyed
my car to investigate I was overcome with fright
Greetings from Neptune said the man with three heads
We're looking for excitement we can raise you
Flea
Comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e
Yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no hoe
I'm up on this tape, never
And you've still got it in your drawer, even now
Oh, your sweet disposition and my wide-eyed gaze
We're singin' in the car, gettin' lost upstate
Autumn
Thinking bout the bad times
Only god knows why
From the bottom I shine
From the bottom i climbed
I cant give her no dime i worked hard for this
Why
And you've still got it in your drawer, even now
Oh, your sweet disposition and my wide-eyed gaze
We're singin' in the car, gettin' lost upstate
Autumn
Poolside, too high, with three bitches
For four nights, I'm finna dip
Be out at five in that six hundred Benz
Or that seven fifty I
Ate nine
now we fine now
3ny3 atanfo nyinaara kc time out
Woaaa wo doubt y3n no kraa si jack how
Got a couple foreigns don't even know what to drive out
Oluwa
gettin' stomped by the marching band
Keep 'em shook like spray cans (it's so hot)
It's so hot it'll make your face tan (ooh)
Ace ban rap, the place,
a dream but
I never get no sleep
Up all night getting higher
Then the nose bleed
Swear I was raised by a beast like Mogli
Came from the bottom, rats
don’t live by their standard life
Then it’s time to hit the dirt face first and die
Breakdown/
Time for you to die
Time for you to die
Verse 3/
(I)
Cease, B.I.G., boy
And Funk Doctor Spock, I mean Redman that's not Leonard Nimoy
88 keys on the keyboard
I'm down to catch wreck, take them first three
pulled 3 aces and the one-eyed Jack
Then said, Go ahead now, make your deal with the devil
I said Do you, don't you, want me to love you?
You ain't
And a buncha different bottles we can P-O-P
Stay high like Snoop, D-O-double-G
Smoke down on that sour, P and G-D-P's
From the 3-1-3, to the 4-15
I'm going
Comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e
Yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no hoe
I'm up on this tape, never gonna hate
think that killing's living real
Shorty's is getting wetted, fulfilling their fantasies to set it
We don't sweat it, by the fifth you get beheaded
I
getting wetted, fulfilling their fantasies to set it
We don't sweat it, by the fifth you get beheaded
I pivot through my borough givin' pounds
kisses
Chrome struck bitches, wood grain witches
Leather seats, la la look
Anything else itches
I don' done it, the bubble-eyed GS 300
Anything else around
to three
The waters are totally polluted
The armies inside my head have feuded
One side has smothered the other
The disease it spreads and begins
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