Lyrics:
And we ballin', for all the toys is what we hoppin' out
My feary side, where we ride and we all fly high
In the AM G5's, so twist ya fingers up and bang
High speed chase I'm on him, I do my cardio
Shoot him while the whip's still
Spinnin' it's Super Mario
Fuck it I'ma remix it
I ain't never backed down
I use that
Machete to Butch Cassidy by the way
His two faggot ass sons' names
Is Shane and Cassidy bang! That's blasphemy
That's the main catastrophe
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
test him, it'll be a category F5 (ay)
Handle military with automatic weapons, so let's ride (ahh)
Love to the Hundreds, and everybody that runnin' them
tree
Building this house exactly the way Charlemagne tha God
And Lord Jamar thought it would be
Wait a minute, the Lord and the God hate me
Jesus
versions of Feeding of the 5000
By jerks whose only fuck off to the system has been one off the wrist?
It's the Feeding of the 5 Knuckle Shuffle.
*
If
up on your way to
Work, see it all the time, always passing by
Call it playing Beetle-bug, yeah
It's on sight, better throw a punch
Running late
I'm so hood (remix)
Yeah, I wear my pants below my waist (we always gonna be the best)
And I never dance when I'm in this place
Because you
So finger-bang, Pootie Tang, Burger King, Gucci Gang, dookie, dang
Charlamagne gonna hate anyway
Doesn't matter what I say
Give me Donkey of the Day
nigga
I'm back up in it my nigga
100 yards runnin 5 starts
Run it up I ain't sprinting my nigga
I remix the money my nigga
I triple the double my nigga
can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep
I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it
five, like a demon
Time running out, but you watching me
It paid a love, but you hate for free
I just kick it with the saints, call me Brulee
How you
get rocked with these hands
Do you understand?
That you wack and I hate the way that you act
You always talk shit about
People and reference
How they're
it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
(Get low, Papoose)
Five boroughs of death, you don't understand
I got New York City in
Ha ha
Yeah yeah
Make it butter
I'm gonna Bankhead bounce!
No doubt
Ayo watch yo mouth!
Ayo, one two three four five six seven
Blaze
Aiyyo 1-2-3-4-5-6-7, blaze the hot
Trizack it sound like heaven
7-6-5-4-3-2-1 my man Meth-Tical come and get some
Player my position, hot
Huh
Ha (ha), yeah (yeah)
Make it butter (ay caramba)
Bankhead bounce, no doubt
Ayo watch yo' mouth
Ayo, one, two, three, four, five, six,
Huh
Ha (ha), yeah (yeah)
Make it butter (ay caramba)
Bankhead bounce, no doubt
Ayo watch yo' mouth
Ayo, one, two, three, four, five, six,
it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
(Get low, Papoose)
Five boroughs of death, you don't understand
I got New York City in
need direction asshole, but ya app froze
You just trapped in ya ways (Waze)
Cass' it's a shame
You be wildin' ya little hoe
How you want $100, 000 for
to wicked ways
Gotta love me, g-o-d no one above me
Look good but fuck ugly, tap your jaw
From my punch, watch your son and you
Got you shittin in your last
suck me now
Finger in her booty hole
Watch how that thing go up and down
Ain't even know if it was real
But it clapped the kOD way
Just got out, I stay
But now you got me curious to
Know what the fuck you zipping?
You just another 5 foot nigga
With a death wish
Sawed off Shotty but shit ain't
Shooting
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