Lyrics:
bad, double back
Just don't forget again
Excuses is 'fuh weak 'muh fuckas that can't hang
Bounded by fear in pain doing the same 'thang
Prana
Bad trip, baby this a bad trip
Don't think shit is good
Cause I'm out here doing bad things
They gone call me crazy
They gone think I'm going bat
Never influenced by movements of what the cultures doing
If it ain't congruent wit my dreams I can't get into it
Only time they down with you is if they
doing what I'm doing,
It's gonna make better sense out loud
First get your bands up,
Second step, throw that shit like a bad dunk
Third step get ya fit
morning" to the bad guy
I'm enjoyin' every moment, time pass by
These new rappers too emo
I'm just stackin' bread, I put my bitch inside a mink coat
Told
Uh
2 step in this bitch with her
With a bad bitch
We just come to bop
Sippin brown getting lit
Haters to the back
We aint frontin on shit
I diddy bop
Fuck these lame niggas in my city
If any nigga got a problem, tell'em come and get me
It's Mr. Benton say "good morning" to the bad guy
I'm enjoyin'
a couple hundred doing nothing, just last week
Walked in had my chains flooding like a bad leak
If we ain't talking bout money then we can't speak
Unky said
Why should I feel bad
When they all doing that
Gotta stay advance
Stacking up the bands
All this icey on my hands s
Bitches talking shit
Are y’all
him the eye, and took my place
I could tell he'll be mine by daytime
Hey you, what you doing?
I think you could probably be my baby, baby
(I can't
And you're a butthead like you have pants on your face
And we can butt heads, like a ram with some rage
Got your horns showin' devil, brass band in my way
Well
be calling
Got a bad one she know I’m balling
I come in these man still stalling (Woah)
Hundred bands, I just do my money dance payment in advance
I’m
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
town
A sad misfortune came over me
Which caused me to stray from the land
Far away from me friends and relations
Betrayed by the black velvet band
town
A sad misfortune came over me
Which caused me to stray from the land
Far away from me friends and relations
Betrayed by the black velvet band
to Get Better
Or
Wild Wild Woman
By Your Smith
Or Forest Whitaker
By Bad Books
Do you have any regrets?
Oh yeah
Plenty
I've seen these music docs
(arm)
I been focused in the gym getting my bands up (push em up)
Hang on to my every word like I'm the pastor (inshallah) yea
Im boutta blow like
doing too much
You're doing too much
You're doing too much
You're losing your touch
Shorty you're doing too much
If she a bad little shorty I'ma put it
brass band of gratitude
Not quite dormant in my belly
It said so in a human voice
"Bellow forth"
And who among us could ignore such odd
And precise
and dropped by
With sixty elephants, llamas galore
With his bears and lions
A brass band and more
With his forty fakirs, his cooks, his bakers
His birds
and dropped by
With sixty elephants, llamas galore
With his bears and lions
A brass band and more
With his forty fakirs, his cooks, his bakers
His birds that
Say my neck 'bout to break
My chain too heavy (It boutta break)
Rebirth of Lou Scott Makaveli (Ooh, purp)
Born stacking bread like the deli
(I do, I've
I’m always doing bad shit in my life I should never had done
Want my heart light as a feather like the sun
Pray to god in the future when I’m older
black to tan, heavy-metal rhythm from a one man band
Bust my knuckles in a junkyard scuffle
Whippin' adversaries with a brass belt buckle
Born in
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