Lyrics:
the scenery, no matter the score
Dropping out was copping out
We heard it before
A Re-Ron, the late late show
A black-and-white flick from ages ago
A migraine
Self made
Gotta handle your own
I'mma handle mine
They tried and tell me I don't fit up in this motha fucka
'Cause Rozay been talkin' white he
white nigga
Peachy-pinky-piped nigga
Be's what it be's, little breeze by the sea -az, been about that life nigga
Tits out with your wife, nigga
I'm
Off white
Check me out
I go by the name of kushedgod
Smoke DZA
Bada boom
Flyest Mofugga in the room
(How you doin!)
Ugh— Caution-tape my fit
I
Forfeit a kitten by the forks from the kitchen
With horsemen who drew the same symbols
Pitchforks waving out a grand theft four by four support system,
Came a long way from the pallets and basements
White Presidents stayed on my mind was
Piling would've thought I was racist
100 thousand was my motive
that its
Black
All my homies countin up the cheddar make it up to a stack
N**** be banging out till the night is gone
Keep they weapon by the scrotum
and make a title wave
I got white poppin' like a microwave
I trapped the whole house out in Michael J
Michael Jackson gave me the juice
Drop that Mortal
These dudes think they can beat me
Its unfair
I'm still styling on you niggas in my underwear
In the club by myself
Bitch I'm never scared
If yo
The judge givin' out ten, I ain't scared I do it
So if a nigga run upon me, I react with the Uzi
If a nigga run upon me, I react with the Uzi
Son needed
come on)
Time is running out on black power advocates in the day (excursions, excursions)
And white thighed supporters at night (excursions,
gettin' accused for abusin' white pussy
From OJ to Kobe, uh let's call him Tobe
First he played his life cool just like Michael
Now he rock ice too just
snow?
Where is Michael?
Where is Mark?
Where is Mathew
Now it's getting dark?
Where is John? They are all out back
Under fifteen feet of pure white snow
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
fight me
Stompin' him out if he test me
Why the fuck shawty gon' press me
Thinking that shawty gon' stress me
Huh, that's okay, I'm still done with this
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
at a beauty salon
With a baby Louis Vuitton under her underarm
She said, "I can tell you rock, I can tell by your charm
"Far as girls, you got a flock"
"I
at a beauty salon
With a baby Louis Vuitton under her underarm
She said, "I can tell you rock, I can tell by your charm
Far as girls, you got a flock
I can
Lights Outs (Lyrics)
93 BPM F-minor
Written by Michael Messiah Earl and Sydney Sexton
Performed by Michael J Foxx and
Sydney Sexton
Pre Verse
what you felt
Niggas couldn't hold they water so I swam like Michael Phelps
I don't want you tell me none of the things that you had told somebody else
sayin' "God DAMN" got white boys sayin' "Wow"
The way we put it down,hum, quite impressive
A cheese by the pound, damn so obsessive
You niggas
that, I got a hundred chickens on the way
That white flag, that's when these hoes surrender on the yay
They like that, you know the plug know me by
my head away
We gotta first world vision to complete
To lift our hands in the air and cry for a switch
Michael Stipe:
Father, father
P Diddy:
Father
going on 'cross seas
Every minute a child dies by this disease
In record numbers indeed
Got momma's crying out please
My baby hold on
My child ain't done
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