Lyrics:
Theresa May
Recently, I've been forcing rhymes
Eminem does it all the time
Now Shady's forty-five
Anyone still check Shade 45?
By the way, Oliver Age 24
crazy I was beginnin’ to see the light
Realizin’ that I could easily get used to this cheeseburger in paradise life
So, as this pirate looks at 40 my
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'Smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
me, crazy
So I live by two words, "Fuck you, pay me"
Screaming, "Jesus, save me"
You know how the game be, I can't let 'em change me
'Cause
ain't related to Jack Sparrow
They a smile in your face, pointing the barrel
Greed got them, now they filling you up with air holes
Long live 40, crime
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
me, crazy
So I live by two words, "Fuck you, pay me"
Screaming, "Jesus, save me"
You know how the game be, I can't let 'em change me
'Cause
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
Louis looking like Gotham
Got the hoodie on and I look like Robin
Sipping on Jack looking like what's popping
They don't even give the boy a chance no
lovin'
Can rearrange your life
And when we get it together, girl
You can be my wife
You see, I got this forty acres
Down by the Johnsons' creek
I
feeling mellow
I been eating hell-a shrooms no portobello
Sipping on modelo
Chilling with some Pharaohs
We some forty seven pirates like that n**a jack
forties I'll eject, they'll open up your chest
I'ma pirate in this bitch, Jack Sparrow with finesse
Stop playin' nigga
Yeah, what the fuck you talkin'
to that idea
I got cotton mouth you know how it go
(yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Look i wonder if I fail just how
Many will go to hell
I'm trying to send good
got em up open all over town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much grounds, got game by the pound
Getting paid as a forty
Each and every day,
Aight, now we got that out the way, let's double up
It's your boyfriend
Look here, if we in the club
And you trying to decide wether if you gon
haters I don't give a fuck
Ridin' round with that forty and that nina with the thirty
Yeah
I'm just tryna get my money up
Out here riding dirty tell
what you think
Pass the 40 right by me
Cause you know I don't drink
I remain sober when I drop a hit
But I put gum in my ass cause I like to pop shit
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
Why wasn't they able to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back
retarded
Snort coke off my .40
Send you up, like i'm Bardi
You look in the sky, you see a bullet party
Jack his Aston Martin, and juggin' his wallet (Damn)
make him grey haired he look like Bon Jovi
Okay
I live where the sinners live
Need a new challenge I ain't talkin cinnamon
Change up these prices on me
to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy
1965: I ain't
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