Lyrics:
crazy, baby
Don't forget that boy told you
Get that dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all
Probably be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle
everyday the rules change
I’d rather live- in a cardboard box- then be your bitch- is the new thing
I’m planning out while their hands is out, And I ain't
[Hook by Blam]
This is sumtn' 4 urrbody get yo' hands up
On the grind, money on yo' mind get yo' grands up
If you on top getting hella guap stand up
Flew out the folly's
A bad lil hottie
I stretch her pallotti
Her face in my scrotum
By the time im done with this shit, lord knows I be goated
The way
Got a lot of points that I feel I keep provin'
But I don't know if anybody care
My moods been permanently ruined
So fuck it throw your hands in the air
Came up out the mud, brush the dirt up off me
Going hard, hit them where it hurts, kill them softly
Bone stretch tryna clear my mind, even smoke
Simon Said it
Just worked out the pacc
Now i'm gon stretch it
I took some L's but those was lessons
God gave me battles
But those was blessings GAWD
I
Ya know
There's no future in mediocrity
So reach out and do something greater
Stretch out your hands go and test the waters
There are unbelievable
gettin any
Oh by the way... you're too fuckin skinny
Why don't you go weep, and wash your stankin ass feet
while my vogues burn, up and down the street
with acres
And them horses now
Land stretch for miles
When you looking out
Tree lined drive
When I'm pulling out
I got a fucking fountain
In
ladders
Like caged birds perched by a windowsill
Do not mistaken that glass ceiling for open skies
Teach her not to reach or hold her hand out
But instead
the only I'm getting laid out is with your mama, commas
couldn't stop me, semi-colons and hyphens when I freestyle
two-hundred words a minute, shit speed
fam I lose it
Hanging out without the nooses
I just might slap you stupid hoping
You've been struck by
You've been struck by
The right hand of God
Hit
say girls, girls, girls, girls
Reach out and clap your hands
I be the fabulous man so, just play the fabulous fan
And, bring the breeze, bring
with the Super Sunday rush
We're trotting to the cot cause your
Style turns back to mush
I flip out the funk off the frame
Now you know my name-
in majesty (oh, you are the great)
You are the risen king (stretch out your hands, stretch out your hands, stretch out)
Our God is risen (He's
Ricky Renzel aka Lemon Pepper
Been the biggest, still the biggest (biggest)
Aka up in your baby mama, nigga
(Toni)
Beat up and battled the block
hopelessness is over
We'll soon be back on land
Wait! it walks upon the water
It calls us son and daughter
And takes us by the hand
Out upon the sea He leads us
These niggas be broke as a joke I just laugh hear the v fly by that's crash
In this bitch trying to blow out the dash wifey grabbing my arm like this
Shake that ass like you care wave your hands in the air
[Chorus]
I go no / no / no / when I see j-dog , Darth, The sun god they keep it hard.
We move
at victory, kissing these little question marks
I tend to underestimate my average
Just another bastard savage
Someday you'll all eat out of my cold hand
'cause
yo
Check it out, you're now intuned to the sounds of the
R to the, double-O to the, T-S and I stretch limit to this profession
My voice physically
Ayo, the child born
By this treasure on the crown worn
Highest level on the styles form
Leave your vowels torn
Consonants, protonouns worn out
we ride
Yo yo yo, it's your hide
Grab the rope and yell rawhide
Front line is pussy, call off sides
I'm focus but my hand is cross-eyed
I left
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