Lyrics:
air pods ho
Nsync, jam/lex are the combo
1, 2 punch like brunch in cabo
Eschuche me tato,
Vien todo acqui
All my royalty,
Their photo ID
Stacked
Thing 4 U
Hook:
I’m not a Backstreet Boy or Nsync, I’m not a Jonas Brother but I can sing,
and Girl, I gotta Thing For You.
Beyoncé, Britney,
they all NSYNC
I ain't worried bout no opp 'cause they all extinct
I get money by the truck load
I get fame by the truck load
I get paid by the truck
year-old skinny Cartman (goddamn it)
An anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin
Whose instinct's to kill N'Sync, don't get me started
These fuckin' brats can't
one to just make friends
Cause I know that these n***** ain't one of us
Girl these cartis on me not no Raybans
And this Louis on me this a one of one
Summer time,
No secrets,
Bring it live,
Dance wit me now,
This one's for all of us right here,
You feelin' me?
Ff ah ff ah,
Hot, oh
NYC
me as crazy
As the world was over this whole Y2K thing
And by the way, N'Sync, why do they sing?
Am I the only one who realizes they stink?
Should
nigga, uhh
(Two by two) Your bucket is clean, you ridin' mean
Pull up at the light on them Spree's (gimme that!)
School Craft wanna jingle your keys
postponed
Different day same shit
We ain't getting paid for this
We woke up best friends
The liquor made us angry
Made it clear before 10 4
Drink number ten
2, 3, 4, 5
1996, 97, 8, 9
1990, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
1996, 97, 8, 9
Wave your hands, throw 'em up
Act like we don't give a what
Cuz ain't nobody roll like us
frustrated 'cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap sh-
frustrated 'cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap shit
No Ceilings 3, B-Side
They don't want us to give you No Ceilings 3
So we givin' you No Ceilings 3, B-Side
You can't put a ceiling on our greatness
run
See my Mama
See me I'm running
See back on my bulshit
And I give 2 fucks
Oh you play pussy
Other words get fucked
Just me no us
Me kick up dust
Stepping to the right, wipe me down manye
3, Stepping to the left, with your stunner frames
2, By this time the world know what to do
It's going down 2
Stepping to the right, wipe me down manye
3, Stepping to the left, with your stunner frames
2, By this time the world know what to do
It's going down 2
Tell us fanny!
Woman 2:
tell us fanny!
V17 Group/
what should we know?!?!
V18 Fanny
My husband and me, we disagree, whether it’s right we take
understand this
Are those pictures I made of us together on the internet
As close as I'm ever gonna get to hitting her from the back
Shit, when it comes
realized by unity
Our Father, Who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name
Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done
On earth as it is in heaven
Give us this day
really moved on
Had to NSYNC it, huh, aye
Told her bye bye bye if im lying im flying
Cops pulled us over stuffed a bag
Of X between her thighs
You touch me
Stone Throwers
Forced to go toe-to-toe, blow for blow
In a war zone with only stones to throw
Vilified by all sides
Vilified for small crimes
telling us we needed space
It's gone hurt me way more than it hurt you and this time it's true
I'm through but it prolly won't clicc until the next day or 2
of the prominence
Hol on girl nah nah nah nah
She wanna be more NSYNC but she barely gettin by by by by ay
Straight up out the slum but I'm conscious
Takin number 1
No we must see him.
Mandy: Go and praise someone else's brat, go on.
Wise Man 2: We were led by a star.
Mandy: Led by a bottle, more
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