Lyrics:
and drums and I tote my own mikes
I got forty-eight outfits and a dozen hats drive my own bus if you can dig that
Got my number on the wall at Tootsie's by
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
all live in a Jar sim
That was made by him
And his four limbs
[Chorus]
Beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten
Oh yeah, did I mention,
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
hit no lick
Raised by my granny till I learned to walk and shit
Then me and Jackson, 13, stealin' bikes at six
Stayed up all night fed the fiends
Eight
fake yeah I know you by now
“Fucking give me a break” sounds so good out of your mouth
You’re the queen of the quick fix, an easy way out
It’s 8
on the run
She tha realest she the one
Make a killing then we done
We been chillin by the sun
Never need no space suit
Cause we used to being up
It don't
Superbrot
Super duper brot
I've got a confession to make
Been eating bread since I was eight
But nothing quite compares to the taste
Of Superbrot
she fall asleep on FaceTime
I ask her if she sleeping
She say no
But said her name like 8 times
Fly misses, super fire kiss
She be my addiction
No need
fly that super spaceship
Over the poor outside
Siouxsie's got a great big heart
For all the Dome to see
She's gonna fly her flashy ship
As an act
I'm trynna win, unga kannula nan loser
Paadhai maari pogala, I'm a straight super star
All star, super star, Fucking Rockstar!
Came a long way, naan
just hit me and told me he hit they ass for 8 bands man
Shit crazy
Yo check it's Raw
Yea you know the vibes when I'm in this bitch
Grinding to the money
I tell em, I say
One yourself when 2 niggas run up with 3 gats
A four, five, six shots
Seven like eight claps
Da nine milli throw ten shots
Where ya
us that in a battle we can't last
The battle started at 10:30 and by quarter of eleven was no longer eight crews (how many was their)
There was seven
slugs
Who dat he snap on the beat
Ike Santana the beast from the East
I play with the money you nights compete
I start with the 3 and the 8 pack the heat
I skunk the blood up as to numb the public interface
Before the anime corrodes I'm trying to fork the figure eights.
Hogwash etiquette, truncate
super cool friends
Fuck that trend
Man... comprehend
I'll say it once again
I ain't gonna let you win
I ain't gonna ever let you bring me down again
You
us that in a battle we can't last
The battle started at 10:30 and by quarter of eleven was no longer eight crews (how many was their)
There was seven
We back
I am digital MIMS
I'm the king of the web
I ain't no R&B singer but still I put you to bed
Show you how that super charge ride
Call that
That she won tickets to see
The Chili Peppers play
On Ellis Island
And it was for the release
Of their new album
By the Way
And she won the tickets
By
like ben ten we
was stuck in the nine put eight rips in his t wish h
e was gone by seven
if u six men it’s me and
five guys dishing food it’s a way
[Spoken]
Hell yeah!
[Sung]
Can I walk by without you grabbing me?
Shortie, tell me what you want from me,
Tell me what you really want from
Kousevit'sky (8) in line
I'd reprimand the Dorsey Band
Right on the Stand
'Cause Annie's cousin Fanny was a sweetie
(9) of mine
I've golfed with Lee Trevino
Won
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