Lyrics:
[Mistah F.A.B.]
Hey look I'm only in town for a night
And when I pull up man the crowd get hyped
And everybody love me, the browns to the whites
and made by Taxi's (taxi's)
Intelligently cuttin' Tax's (tax's)
Making moves solidly, live in Texas Texas)
For three months come back home
Fuck some nigga's
you to slip on the oak vine
I'ma do this nigga like I was chewing a pork rind nigga
Eminem couldn't get ya to a million on the 'Gram
Chris Brown
off the hidden vine
Sand hills like sandstone of a stone mason from a distant land
Ema pop and ahki out top riding down out by the Kingstree
Cried
Grade school just a failed plan
Church history ain't ever mention me, the brown, yellow or the red man
So ten toes
Earth is a mess, but He still rose
is green
Niggas be claiming they bosses
But they sweet like Boston Baked Beans
Don't rendezvous with lames man
Surround me by them real G's
Party in
Top
They Kno We Run The Streetz Man Them Boys Betta Stop
U Kno We Keep That White Girl, Christina Aguilara
My Jewelry 2 Loud Homeboy I Cant Hear Ya
I
I) picked up my cane, put on my travelling shoes,
I hit the road again, Johnny Brown Eyes got the Blues
My friends they tried to warn me, about your
I) picked up my cane, put on my travelling shoes,
I hit the road again, Johnny Brown Eyes got the Blues
My friends they tried to warn me, about your
Louis, ooh
He fruity, stupid
Jury on, taking pictures with a groupie
I move smoothly into the club
Like what the fuck up
Bars getting bought by me and
I'm
the stash than me
Y'all bitches wanna ride, c'mon it's on me
I guess it's my time, all eyes is on me
Man everybody wanna rhyme like Rule, sing like Rule
(AXSANTU!)
I know them hips don’t lie
5 foot 5 with pretty brown eyes
Babes, You got me hypnotized
Look like the one girl to have fun time yea
I
the meanest nastiest rootenest-tootenest blobfish to ever fly the Seven
But before that all happened there was a man by the name of Jo Jinnan Jr
That was
If you had a second in my shoes you'd say its horrid
I feel like my time is coming, I might need a florist
Speeding from my demons in my Mazda I
by the ooh man, just working on my skin tone
The fuck you expect from the butterscotch boss when I floss,
Rap game Randy Moss in the cotton candy Buick
man
I mean fuck the way they tax man
Wondering why man sell crack fam
When they’re dubbed and under attack man
All the war and poverty
Surrounding me
Of England, blown across her ghostly wall:
And that same morning officers and men
Levied a kindly tax upon themselves,
Pitying the lonely man, and gave him it:
really hard to choose
Between a pair of black and a pair of brown shoes
When I'm high on batwings
Up by the silvery moon
I think of a certain sad
you double for ransom
And I know that I can be a handful
When she grips my stick by the handle
When I spray her face like a vandal
When her man gets
, that's tax
And I never wave a fee
That facts, that facts
Drinking Hennessy by the liter
Swiping through these hoes
Like a visa
Took one wrong step I'm
can’t get interview
Even though he went college
Every time my brother walk by
Dem basics reachin for they wallets
The way they hate yo it make me nauseous
thought you was a friend, word
Oh man, can't believe that
Oh, how you do that to me?
I wouldn't leave like this
I can't do it by myself
(?) ah
Are
thought you was a friend, word
Oh man, can't believe that
Oh, how you do that to me?
I wouldn't leave like this
I can't do it by myself
(?) ah
Are
P: bitch, this p world here, bitch, ain't man except me.
I ain't comin for no coffee beans, straight up coke and weed, bitch
Here go the money. you
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