Lyrics:
that made the Oscars
Turn a key into a billion dollars (yeah, uh)
Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean
I got my car back, I'm John Wick
The sky blue tint come
crushing 'the lincoln'!
Now, the man in the checkered suit, well,
Without his car he went screaming off into the desert at sunset
All the way
of communication and
I knew I could sing from being
In tune with the radio
I would listen to whatever my
Mom played in the car
The big divas: Whitney, Mariah, Celine
took the wrong route
Jumped off the porch and ran into a man
Hmm, we'll call him Billy
See, Billy had gold chains
A nice car and his bike did wheelies
the money
He acted real funny
He hocked up a rock and
It TOTALLED my car!
Oh, do you
Know any trucks
Might be bound for THE VALLEY?
I don't wanna
Georgia with it
Last verse, did you get it? Nah
Never mind, just throw that cash in a duffle
As I'm on my Hollywood shuffle
Eatin' your dollar truffles,
AR's in it
So if my dawg runs into cars see Ars'
(C-Ars') finished
But don't take it personal pussy
It's all business
And before it's all finished, just
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
get 'em off me
Oh, oh God
Ah, aah, aah
I ran out into the street with these flesh-eating weasels all over my face
Wavin' my arms all around
Your non-stop miracle
I'm your man
Get outta my dreams
Get into my car
Get outta my dreams
Get in the back seat baby
Get into my car
Beep beep,
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
to blow the track
Wide open, who's next to float by Billy Ocean? (Uh-huh)
I got a city of girls wet and still soaking
Yo, dreamy eyes, you better run it
first SMACK event
You ain't run into me by
Accident before my crash pussy
Swear To God you ain't see me at a concert
Backstage and ask can you have my
molecules together
Guess this means my Billy Pil my Billy Pilgrim Syndrome
Must have worsened
Empty bowl of cereal, ethereal, with molecules dispersing
The true state of all things:
I keep on not dying, the sun keeps on rising.
I remember my life as if it's just some
dreams that I don't trust,
of mine, promise you gon' let it shine
Lil Billy Lil Billy, promise you gon' get your time
Cruising down the streets with dreams of living in the city
Used
could do the same
Dylan pulls out his new spare car key
Puts it into Billy's hand
In a couple more years, we're gonna drive right outta here and
We don't
him everything
And the man almost lost it
Single parent doing what he can
Now exhausted
Nah Lex
This is evil nonsense
Now let's
Get into the car
Daddy's
and aim
Sick of you niggas talkin' like you won't get wet in the rain
Now I'm singin' Frank Ocean, and you get hit with this Novacane
Sick and tired
game go
Some talk it they lame tho
The hoes on it, they want it, they say so
Whenever we roll by
So won't you jump your pretty ass in my car in my car
you wanted a man with a billy but Billy don't fuck with the dead
You must be outta your head, you must be outta your head
You must be outta your head
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
Get get out
Get get outta my way
Get get out
Get get outta my way
My heart is shaking ram dam dam
I know what’s happening but i can’t help it
I'm
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