Lyrics:
two zero sixteen
Now I'm bad guy
These niggas they done turned me into a monster
Gotta get my bands up hands up
Yeah yeah yeah let's fuck up some commas
this truck made by Bentley
This beat made by Kentley
I'm rockin' Versace along this Givenchy
I won't hit your blunt cause I know that shit Fenty
And if
the ride then he made that crash
The opp boys way too wet
Would've thought they got sprayed by Fireman Sam
And the kickback's way too strong
Should've
you seem to forget I’m not 11 and sweet talk don’t win me over
I realize that I’m becoming hypnotized
He had these
Blue eyes and the sexy skin
Made
the coat and the heals and the bag
Shawty want the trip put her toes in the sand
But shawty bout her work with her mouth and her hand
Shawty put the time
I'll never drop
My life is a mantra
These niggas live
The envious Judas
Cannot forgive
I fought to the top
Man I even killed
He wants what I got
And he
Hopping in the benzo
Bitches I got two of those
Shopping like I made it ho
I'm Bleezy she knows how it goes
God Damn
These rappers gotta listen cus
Living righteously truly comes at a cost, do I live in the world or die by the cross?
Am I found am I lost? lose it all, fall to understanding, demanding
somethin' make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin'
Our music keeps you movin' what are you provin'?
You know that I'm two
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, not the mid is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you movin' what are
since a bib been real never changed
Neighborhood hero
My only aspiration
Something like your savior
Shake the hands
Kiss the babies
But its always been
back then that they would produce Us
Hook:
Boom Bap Bop when you hear the beat drop
Turn it up real loud, make the speakers pop
Throw your hands in
the girls, takin' out MCs
If ya try to disrespect me, I just say Please!
Here to command the hip-hop land
Kick it live with a box inside my hand
I'm
rock the beat with your hand
That's right, so don't try to front the move
As you become motivated by the funky groove
You can see me and Earl chillin'
lucky, indespically lucky, debauched!
Oooooh, you've got your hands on Running Free, Sanctuary,Murders in the Mooo Rooooga... oah, The Rue
Morgue, all
you not gonna
Live Again
I would never expose my hand
Ever
Ever killed your own mans
I would never
Even if it’s some deep shit
I would never
Talking 6
burst your mind and cracks your bones
V E N O M
V E N O M
V E N O M
V E N O M, yeah
This is our hell and that's the way we live
Your eyes transfixed by
of artists do that, actually.)
Dandelion Hands, Crywank, Mount Eerie, Jay Reatard, Jack Stauber, Jeff Rosenstock Sufjan Stevens and....OH, most good rappers,
the snakes, they poisonous
Me and these rhymes harmonious
Buck up, we'll get felonious
You'll take that L it's ominous
You verse me that humourous
Whining like
you a party
All you need is some weed and Bacardi
Its by nature lil shortie getting naughty
And I'm about to swanton in it Jeff Hardy
All these niggas
showed you, I showed you
My bitch my lil whoadie
My bitch from Magnolia
Surrounded by bad bitches
We up without Folgers
We live by that cash talk baby
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
I used to want
an iron fist
The "R.B.H."
Better known as
The Royal Black Hand
My wife's name is Anil
Which is short for Annihilation
And she lives up to her name
Don't let
my best friend
Then I went and put Gucci on my headband
I don't chill with wu-tang but I am the red man
These bitches use to leave me on read man
You
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