Lyrics:
Henney
Kid named Timmy actin' friendly
Grabbed her by offending, sure hurt 'cos his game didn't work
He didn't know the alcohol's about to get him merc
gosh
Oh juliette binoche
I'm on my way to babylon, by bus
I'm a big bloke
When I smoke, I don't choke
"hi malachi" let's talk about hope
In
it a thousand times
Now let 'em tell ya the world no longer
Cares or gives a fuck about your rhymes
And as I grow outta sight, outta mind
I might go
about life and it's degree of fairness
Oh boy! Tiss tiss
Take your shot bro, I know you'll miss
Let me give you my ass to kiss
You fucking narcissist
about life and it's degree of fairness
Oh boy! Tiss tiss
Take your shot bro, I know you'll miss
Let me give you my ass to kiss
You are a narcissist
the freeway
It’s a vibe, I’m the guy, won’t you roll up by my side, yeah
Living like a movie, we don’t even have to say stuff
Drowning in this money, we be
fell unprepared
You called me fake you think I can relax
I'ma go ahead and talk bout some facts
Docta C used a slim shady line
But y'all didn't say shit
our lives, it sorta waters my eyes
But here is somethin' the cryin' talk about
The verse on that cassette you and cousin fought about
That led to God
it
I want it, I want it, I want it, I need it (Skrt)
West coast nigga, I am the shit (Richmore)
Don't care how slim you think my chance is
Shots in
I got's to get it,by any means,I need the mother fucking presdients
Nigga P, my wintness, I make my bussiness, I gotta repre-fuckin-sent
Nigga 3 tone
robins some new ones prolly go cop me a new gun
You talk about murders and robbings won't shoot
None you really bout it than shoot some
Boy you a bitch
wit us still
Anybody gotta get the hoe by they pill
She's a bitch
When they say my name
Talk mo' junk but won't look my way
She's a bitch
See I
wit us still
Anybody gotta get the hoe by they pill
She's a bitch
When they say my name
Talk mo' junk but won't look my way
She's a bitch
See I
by thinking just how long it might last
Man all these new faces, it's leaving me gassed
So come talk to me then
Come talk to me then
We ain't really
on extreme
If you know about me you know I Step to clean
Deep it I flow magnificently
Ha,
You gotta wear black there's gonna Be a funeral
Cause I'm killing
through this break
I'm not gonna talk to you
If you keep playing games, Yeah
I don't really care about her
But she in my brain, Yeah
And I try it all
by themselves they just fade
People run, people walk
But they don't ever see past the world that they're in
So if it's talk that you want from me then
in a hearse (nah)
You scared about failing? Just know that it could be worse
Line seven - Imma give you all a lesson for free
Don’t let he who hasn’t
coupe topless, capricorn by my toe
Richest skinny on my hips, Louis on my toes
[Hook - Slim Thug/LeToya]
I hear your money talkin but you ain't loud
on this soda
Plug came over said boy
About to load ya
Sold so much green
I got sued by Crayola
12 raid the spot
Burn that Shìt in the sofa
I gas that hoe
thing you know, people are calling us about record deals
And you know, the crazy part is
Ashleigh rented this white Nissan Altima for me and Slim so we
on these beats
My flows icy and my bars toboggans
If rap's a house
I'm home alone like Macaulay Culkin
And if you think you better, then
Rap about it
demons beside me
Hope I make it in time
Early in the morning gotta celebrate
Got no time to hesitate
Slim pockets 2022 I see them gaining weight
If you're
it's worth I got the right net
Sittin' here excited by some shit that ain't write yet
No regret, live by a code you don't know 'bout
Y'all niggas
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