Lyrics:
dressed up
And eatin' expensive food
She's says "Olive Garden?"
I say nah, I'm not in the mood
And Burrito King would make me gassy
There's no doubt
She
in they styrofoam (in they styrofoam)
Take a shot and it goes straight to the dome (to the dome)
Shawty blowing up my phone
The city needs a king
empty spaces behind the construction scaffolding to sleep in.
I also slept in the World Trade Center. It was close to my high school. There was a Ben
like Noah's Ark - my bitches come in pairs
You see I'm 5'11", my dick is size seven
And if a hooker's fine I can stretch you a nine
It goes deep (how
queen I deserve en crown
Mon pa pe dir ki mon en king e ki mon deserve en crown
Me mon deserve enn ki pou loyal and be real by my side
La ou parey en roz
style is done
Yeah check it out y'all
Props goes out to Rosa King
Props goes out to Ben Herman
Props goes out to my man Kunta Kinte
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
some poignant thought about
Sex and consumerism?
Nope "My management team has a division that
Has a guy that his main focus
Is to go out there and find
Droppin' bombs, combinin' the club attracts
like the Ol' Sugarhill Gang, King Tim and Fatback
There's no question the suggestion was made
The foundation
R-U-N, T-E-L-L
I'm comin', straight dumbin' with my gun in hand
There's no options, I'm P-O-P-P-I-N
You're dyin', doc's still tryin' to save you
If you
forming
For me, For me
For me baby whine it up on me
Baby shake it, drop it up on me
Oh My baby baby
Oh My baby baby
Oluwa lo ni lo ni lo ni lo ni lo ni e e
finish what you started
I'm so high up here on my own
You gave me vertigo
Ik ben een regenboog
Ik ben een regenboog
Ik ben een regenboog
I'm so high
I
before, then there it go
(Yo chill)
Give my city back, tech we don't need that
It's ten o'clock yo and they taking an e-nap
Feeling pushed out yo, silicon
all of their dreams
Be the king I'm meant to be
Instead of some lost soul
Gain awareness become whole
Fight my demons gain control
And it goes
her hands high
I show her that Ben E love, cause she the one I stand by
And she so damn true to me, this ain't like it used to be
All your friends be
Money clothes you know how the saying goes (How It Goes)
Perform at shows wit my nigga Eric rose (E Rose)
I let it go baby I just let it go (Go)
Yeah
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
And hi, ho, hand me my shovel
I'm liable to dig my hole deeper
And it's off to H-E double hockey sticks I go
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm
Ogbeni don't stress my life
Abeg don't waste my time
You know how it goes
If you disturb me I go just Ghost
Baby don't kill my vibe
Honey don't dull
microphones that I can clutch
Droppin' bombs, combinin' the club attracts
like the Ol' Sugarhill Gang, King Tim and Fatback
There's no question
we could joust
Make them niggas my squad
Fuck them, let's see how the ladies fare
Swerve on these bitches like I'm
Settin' my baby hair they feel
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