Lyrics:
You like to had to got it til we show up
Styrofoam cup doubled up we bout to po up
Call me Houston Oiler DJ Screw will have you hold up
They saying
[Bonus Track]
..I am here. I am waiting.
Now I Fear. What I'm Waiting for. I can see. Far as Heaven.
Still I seem. Blind to what's been going on.
somewhere that we could never go
No tracks by the rov from apolo
The landers scotch tape, foil, and poles
The earth should look bigger than the moon in its
about time, Captain, by now we must be 52 billion miles off course. They?re traveling faster than lightning.
KWIRK
Lt. Eubangdere, where are
stoppin' us
Eternal with the burner, fast-paced but slow learner
Beatin' me that's like Ike gettin' slapped by Tina Turner
Nigga I'm the best rapper
friends
If they ain't never talk business with ya
I be cooling by lonely
I don't fw niggas
I end games like dame!
But I feel more like I'm Thanos niggas
body it clings
Late night party so we can fall in a dream
Oh yeah
Losing track of time, where'd everybody go?
Looking for my slimes
To find another show
shoot ya
And change ya name to DJ I-Got-Beat-By-The-X-Ecutioners
"Yea, yea, y'all know the name" "X-Ecutioners"
"Stabbin' the track with both hands..
stick to my track,go crazy with rhyme
Turn that shit on and gas to the floor
The streets of Siberia can't wait anymore
We're party like wow,let everyone
bout to go down, who ready for the showdown?
Which one of y'all wanna be the first to get tossed in the tussle
Buckle, choked up by these muscles and,
the party goers
Gettin' down like we in danger
So duck duck ya' caboose
No get lower and scoot
Like a lawn mower bein' pushed by a goose
And you might ask
We got this shit locked down
You can't even touch it
You just can't
Shit is too hot
I pack the weed like sacks of Christmas trees
People walk by
Nice ass cute face
Her description
And this is how we living
House parties at the crib
How we living
Pool parties stupid lit
How we living
Young nigga
tracks, but I ain't got no time for all of that
The party's packed, and I'm checkin', how you gonna act
Coast to coast connection like that
Michel'le, Death
and I rock, like I'm Fefe Dob-son all this you don't want none,
All these angles shot by cousin, let's just party like we clubbing, but like Marcus not
the comet hits you
They twerking with their minds and shit
Don't know what a condom is
Just like to party, sniff
Space dust 'till their body drifts
We
lyrical grudge match, brothers we slug back
[Mark 7even]
Yeah, we bless tracks with the help of a raw rap
Inprinted like poor tracks all over your
change that
As we bridge gaps in this lyrical grudge match, brothers we slug back
Yeah, we bless tracks with the help of a raw rap
Inprinted like poor
Rich s***, b**** talk
We don't listen (We don't)
Woods go crazy on the track all base no kicks
All these h*** for the gang, they feel like trix
Takes
froze
Like toes on bodies in the morgue
That was put there by the squad
Look here I'm the God on the mic
On the track
Like Arthur Ashe with a tennis racq'
into a work flow
We been getting loose on the top floor
Party going 'til they knocking on the front door
I cut up a sample like a surgeon
Look at all
have soul
'cause a dope like this is not easy to come by
You don't buy it on, it comes out your hi-fi
[Chorus]
It's a party...come on...'let's do this..
of the time I'm kicking back with my boys
Doing what we do best holding it down for our town in sense
Ha ha lay it down like that
Yup it's just the beginning
with all the wack niggas
In my feelings so I added a bonus track nigga
Got your baby mamma twerking to the plagues nigga
Thinking he so cool cause he
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