Lyrics:
saint
Yeah I got a couple screws real loose in my brain
Loki Wildin on the beat so you know it's in flames
Lil boy better take a seat 'fo we let out
minds meet
Now I'm sitting on edge of my seat
Is it just lust or true romance
Cos I'm flying by the seat of my pants.
And as I look into your eyes
You
at me and puts her hands on my pants
Up and onto my hip, so I brush on her lips
And now you know we getting hate from everyone and their cliques
'Cause
creep
And reach up under seats
I'm the coldest nigga
In my city
Wit' this rappin shit
Cause I'm hot nigga
Hands down
Tried to play me like I ain' shit
the drums of a neighboring tribe
Absorb the vibe, feels good, close my eyes
And step out ( ? ) by the crisp night air
I gotta stay aware, god, it's demons out
Yeah
Call up her phone gave her hunnid grand piece
Yeah
Roll up my dough and I roll up my sleeve
Yeah
Boy wanna try me put him on a seat
Yeah, yeah
or a Zig-Zag
Eyes red like a broad on a rag
My pants sag down past my waistline with the vive
When I leave the coffee table got my nine by my spine
Funkin'
And I passed out
I ain't have no seat cause TMZ was braggin'
If you see my pants saggin', you
Ain't gotta ask no questions, just know
come on everybody
Let's do this dance
Get out your seats and let me shake your pants
Oh, with the base cold thumpin' and the hihats snaren'
People are
Moe and Curly and Larry lived very early
In the basement when I was a kid
I traveled on and on I was in a hurry
Now I'm back at where curly left me
know she’s as cold as snow
My fanbase is starting to grow
At the tavern like I'm Moe
I’m fly like a bird: called me a crow
Y’all know these fire rhymes I
Somalians
Black Tims, rubber suit Wonder Woman, bangers a blue coupe
I'm usually upon the roof countin' mad loot
Root beer reefer, teeth frame, doin' my 1,
instead I end up sitting in a 27-C
An aisle seat, fine by me
But the guy that's inside's always tryin' to pee
With a wild child behind me, he's cryin'
Why you forcin
To take this vaccine
While homeless die on the streets
Are you making love ina
2 seat
Or you making something for peace
the paper I'll be getting
I'm heading to the top
While you're hitting rock Bottom
Take a seat back and listen to my tracks
You could learn a lot from em
Quit
me by the seat of the pants
I don't have nothin' to bother me
As happy as a possum in a lemon tree
If I had a wife that'd work at all
I wouldn't
on the porch last night
A huggin' and a kissin' till it got daylight
Her pa said get him and I had to dance
A bull dog had me by the seat of the pants
I don't
all her own sitting way up high
Way up firm and high
Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy
Out in the back seat of my sixty Chevy
Umma collect this two hundred dollars
And pass go
Add it up like domino
Keep givin the people moe
Know who yo foe
On my tippy toe
She chose me
You in
they’re minds & keep it all to yourself
You do what I say so I call you my dawg
When I tell you from DC I start calling you moe
They say more $ more
Mm, mm, mm
Okay, the money on the way, it'll lay by the first
Adolescence, I would curse on the way to the church
My career just turned
fucking with my cash flow
I keep on cookin' like I'm Yuji, J on my lips saggin' pants low
Fuck your mainstream rap, take it home with you
And don't give me
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
to sit at the seat
Table keep turning rolling my leaf
Im stacking it up till my money od
Im all by myself what the fuck do you need
Hop out of the hearse
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