Lyrics:
The barbecues a flop because we burned the chicken black
But its calm 'cos this Bad B, she's looking like a snack
Yeah we really doing loads, but we still ain't
The other one was a walking blow-job
And then there was this skinny girl...
Oh well...
Some of the guys in the band got together
With the girls from
down, hands down
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my fucking heart
Little Meth he the best part, now walk with
Time 4 Sum Aksion
Dreamin bout Toni Braxton, blowin her back out like Bob Backlund
I'm throwin wrestlin holds
Tag team with Funk Doc, we in funk mode,
You watched when my bicycle went down again
And when I was weak, unable to speak
Still I could call You by name
And I said, Elbow Healer, Super Hero
[Chorus: x2]
Hey this is no lie
Me and my n****s gettin' high
Yo if you look up in the sky
You might see us floating by
You see Biggie be like
and took my baths in puddles
Silent treatment for my all my opps this glock gotta muzzle
At night I don't sleep by myself my demons wanna cuddle
Why them
I still love you Bob
Then she says honey I know you've tried so hard and
you're givin' all you can give
But in my heart I know there's gotta be
story
And I won't OD
But that's what
These niggas be on
Most of these niggas just be peons Yeah
Tweaking bpm at 3 PM
I'm in my zone yeah
By the time you
you still up in that casket?
How the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin'
Wrote this shit in blood, big ol' Bs, bitch, what's
just took a pill, this Perc' is twenty, I can't feel now
I get numb 'cause I'm dumb, hey
All my brothers rich, still all we got is hundons
I can't
Word up De La up in here ha
We goin' to spread a little love
To some folks who up in my hair right now
Ah'ight? Check it out
Verse One
"
Lets go to a party" muhfucka
Rap Game Bob Barker the price is right
Got diamonds in your fucking sight
6'2 the height and I smell like top flight
Ah, just f***king do something else
Just, god damn it - do some different music
We have all this sh*t that you're doing, we already have it
Lil Uzi
yet i still somehow havent got paid
Meritocracy my ass, we're all getting played
This is even hard for a white man like me
I catch
Butterflies not
when the gorilla's be on your scene
Infiltrating your whole squad, by in the morning time we'll be kings
Keeping everything we kill, don't be tellin when
how the fuck we get bended up?
And ended up in this four block radius where they enslaved us
Sweatin' from cheese ravioli with tomato sauce and anchovie
I’m spending them blue ones don’t give me no change
Nun of them niggas stay in the lane
Get locked up by 12 he gone sing
7am when the doorbell ring
8pm
back when we was pack noodles
Gettin' packed off, rockin' Bob Barker
Crack spot, holdin' crack in your ass
Want a gram, but he died for it
Your
disarray
Echos ringing in my brain
Same thang, every 3 am
Cold game, can’t sleep
Fuck it, let’s paint this pain away
Bob Ross how I turn my L’s
Into some
so*
on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread
And forgive us our trespasses,
*Jesus loves me, Yes I know*
as we forgive those who
a storm like me
Storm like me
It's been 2 months
Since I've kissed your face
Till walked by your street
Heard you calling my name
Asked 1pm will you
Strange Music! I know ya'll see us!
Ya'll saw that Forbes list 2 years in a row, nigga, don't play!
And we still doing it!
Harder than most
Like crack money stacks
High in the lab how can you relate
To, uh, soon as this drop, yo
I will stop eating tuna fish and tacos
Waffles and falafels
Is
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