Lyrics:
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
loves you pretty baby?
Who's gonna love you mama?
Who loves you,
Who loves you pretty baby?
When tears are in your eyes,
And you can't find
the diamond? Who's the pearl?
Are you mad? Me too
And I wonder in his world
Is it me? Is it you?
Who's the other girl?
Who's gonna put on the red dress
that you're pleased
And that I'm never alone
You're a good, good father
It's who you are, it's who you are, it's who you are
And I'm loved by you
Costumes! Silly fun!
We’re going one-by-one!
Verse 1
We are going to find out
Who hides behind the desk
With a spooky... “Boo!” (shout)
…. JJ!
Let’s find
Surprise Mother F****r
SNOOKAAAAAA
Chal bohat hua abhi
Nhi lunga Thasskar
Bohat bura laga
Fir bhi liya mai Hasskar
Mai aaya scene mein
Apni gaand ko
Love?
I can't say
"I love you, babe."
Love is not enough
What is love?
Souls Are under the Skin
Who put our souls into bodies?
Is it God?
That's why we
He fed the fam with 3 tops, that the con game Guwop
Well fuck you, who are you?
You ain't God mane
I fell out with my right hand man, he tried
and the moon
Who knows the stars by their names It is you
Strong Redeemer
Righteous and Mighty
You are worthy to receive all of my praise
Hallelujah
It's all my
the pearl?
Are you mad? Me too
And I wonder in his world
Is it me? Is it you?
Who's the other girl?
Who's gonna put on the red dress?
Scarlet letter
it's the news
I do the booty shake everywhere I go
and I prove I can dance and also flow
if you have a problem with who I am
you can go and jump in lake
a G-4 private jet
Bet you get more than grazed by the nine
Laid by the side
Oh you out of bullets? Here, take some of mine
And clowns hate how I lock
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
Let me show you maintaining
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
Let me show you maintainin'
the holes in my walls
If you touch 'em with cinnamon, it's holes in your face
PSA for all you pussy ass niggas who hate
Get off my dick and go get the cake
pursuin' good times and
Makin' it like J-J
Papa was a rolling stone, but I'm not a baby
Kid-kidnapped in this trap
Fuck where you livin'
Time for me to be
from here
When every sense is in mono
Walk by faith, you appear
I want to live in stereo
I can't get there from here
Without a G\od-directed go
And holidays notice some of them are heller days
Invented bye those who never repented
For the sins within that killed my kin
But that's all right
I try do
ever do a mic worse
I'm tryna murder the microphone
I'm tryna murder the microphone
If you are what you eat, how come I'm not pussy?
That was part
like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
They said
like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
They said
like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
They said
like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
They said
like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
They said
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