Lyrics:
but also a friend of Bob’s.
Lingerie on mannequins turns me on no more,
either I’m growing up or I’m growing old, might as well be a bit of both.
Now
with me, but the chrome is extra
Case I'm in the same taxi as the bone collector uh
Y'all rappin' 'bout models, I get hounded by 'em
Not a killer
five
Link up na by 4:25
Sharply call my taxify
So we go Jaiye till we're twenty five
She dey call my eighty five
Link up na by 4:25
Sharply call my taxi
go maybe naai in the back seat
"what the fuck do you think I am?" I think you fuckin sexy!
"just take me to my hotel!" bitch, call a taxi!
Nou sit
a nigga try to sneak in my
Crib I got barbwire
Scammed a white actor who played
A voice on Bob's Burgers
Bunch a niggas try to come and
Rob me caught 5
service
Pray the Lord I’m in my bag but you can call it a Birkin
These rap niggas never step up to me
I’m making them nervous
I’m probably God Body, Bob
I'm the truth, tell it, loud weed yellin'
Get it by the pound, we just smoke it, we don't sell it
What I blow'll make a plane go
Them bitches say
tear the skin off ya ass with ten knuckles
Rhymes was weak, they made me chuckle like a name buckle
You call em lyrics, nigga you need to stop
You goin
Yeah, right, my daughters don't starve
Holdin' me down, pride and truth
The immaculate Dilated Peoples crew
Four by four, eight by eight
Twenty by twenty
Bill ain't a sucka
Part one tripped y'all out part two is a motherfucker
Gimme some bob and I'll start by killing me
I'm dead so pass the bob G
me a taxi
And you can call me a cab
I know you're gonna call me something
When I can't pay this tab
I didn't come here and I ain't leavin'
I've
East side gon' back me up, gon' back me up
West side gon' back me up, gon' back me up
South side gon' back me up, gon' back me up
North side gon'
Part 1:
Bedrock, Bones McQueen
Triforce, let's do it!
Back in the day when I had nothing to say
Max and me would cook DMT lamenting celibate fate
Black and brown call me miles morales
But where my Peter Parker
A teacher in armor
Mister Miller
But he pulled the trigger
I'm with the killers
Knew
Reverend of The First Presleytarian Church Of Elvis The Divine.
If you see me standing on the corner, money in mah hand
I ain't waiting for no taxi
featuring Queen Pen, The Product, and Naomi Campbell
(Phone Rings)
[Phone Voice Sample]
If you'd like to make a call, dial your
I guess it didn't work on "4 3 2 1"
You got out done by Canibus the young gun
Your last weapon, is to call out Wyclef Jean
Not knowing that you
good got Chanel number 5
Your bitch fat, she want 2 number Nines
Call her Big Smoke 'cause she ain't Fine
Call me Big Smoke, I smoke cigars
You gonna
call me Snoopy but
My friends call me Leo yes, I’m an indian
Two braids in my hair with a pipe in my hand
I’m endin all the big beefs
Rolling up the big
the bank fi set Dat
2.8 million fi a big yacht
Ringo tell dem
If u nah look money don't call me
Poverty affi dead by a morning
Dignitary hustling Anu small
You wanna take it from the top?
Lady, you remind me of my raps on that Relapse shit
'Cause you got an ass thick as them accents
Two ass-cheek
a car
I called us up a taxi, but you left me at the bar
You call me controlling, you get them on your side
Giving everybody hell, crying down the phone
the holder and the gas in the backseat
When the streets hot
We was trappin' out em taxi's
How they hate on me I'm tryna put the city on
I been runnin though
I stay up all night, I go to sleep watching Dragnet
Never sleep alone because Jimmy is the magnet
I'm so rope, they call me Mr. Roper
When
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