Lyrics:
the mating
I sense the need in her grandma
Her nose has never been skating
But she's sippin' star constellation
For real her squirt game was so like 2Pac
plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon
"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural
position of number 19. Hmmm... Not alot of
people remember that. But, I do! Cause I played on them! Hah! Si! Now look, Murders in the Rue.... Oh by
the way,
no sci-fi horror
Walk by today, drive-by tomorrow
Talk hype, get blazed, why do you bother?
You've been wally since Tim Tam Tommy
Go raves
Get paid but
the plastic motif, Rip & Tip, another track with .gif, takes the crown as the most upbeat track on the album. It was inspired by a random news article I read
Hustlin
All Together Now, Tell These Haters Fuck Em'
(Fuck Em')
Somebody Tell Me When My Album Coming Out
They Said I've Been Snorting Coke
And Puttin
You understand?
"When I get to heaven, I'll see my grandmother there
She'll say 'Great God almighty, here come my child! He must've got here by
of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo, by the way, go get my album
Damn
Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl
of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo, by the way, go get my album
Damn
Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl
Bongo By The Way
I wake up every morning on the same shit
I smoke my 'Wood to the roach like I ain't rich
Niggas I used to hang with, is still
by toxic, man-made plastic
Everybody moving with the frequency
Everybody moving with the frequency
Are you rich in money or rich in wisdom?
Try
You donʼt know me because
I donʼt know myself
Shed me bare, expose my skin
I want to know myself.
Am I plastic?
A consumer of what I do
Iʼm
They follow me you know they want celestial love
Now they know me by Azul, always keeping it cool
The crazy one that's never ever playing by the rules
My
the booth rockin' a biosuit made of plastic
And NASA's galactic elastic travelin' through space, interstellar rapping
Broadcastin' from uninhibited planets
like Apple Jacks
I'm cereal, I mean serious, that's a fact
No cap, unless its Snapple caps
Aye, by the way, put them back in glass
The plastic don't be
like Apple Jacks
I'm cereal, I mean serious, that's a fact
No cap, unless its Snapple caps
Aye, by the way, put them back in glass
The plastic don't be
to the jaw
I know ya just bustas perpetrating like ya raw
Mash it, Trash it, search couldn't pass it
The trick's last album didn't even go plastic
Some
I do the paper or plastic
Bitch I grew up as a bastard yuh
I got 5 blunts and won't pass it yuh
I get a check and I cash it
(I got a check)
I got
infidel
Thought I was a joke, so I jumped right in
Surrounded by the plastic sea, and jellyfish
With only myself for company
I made some more songs to feel
That's over your head like Dirk with the jumper
Ain't ever over we betting the under this was my album be back by the summer
Ha probably before that
Ha
Don't be surprised, look in the sky, yeah we finna fly
I got a suit, I got a tie, now I'm finna slide
Do a drive by, in the new ride, that shit apple
die, genocide the cause
Expect a blood bath, the aftermath is y'alls
I told you, last album, we need help 'cause we dyin'
Give us a chance, help us
This the Outro on the
Album Of The Year
When truth seekers meet gate keepers with loaded heaters
Haters never check us it's tricky like my Adidas
This Hollywood Stel
Shit, got albums for free
And got albums for sale, ya
VBS on neck and wrist man I'm looking fly
Strap behind my Gucci
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