Lyrics:
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh
Talk stupid, get your head popped
I got that Esther, bitch, I'm Red Fox
Big B's, Red Sox
I get
adolescence. Beautiful is her presence, making me lose my balance. She can keep walking from me but man, I love a challenge. Shame shame, she in with a lame,
James Brown and jump back
What you want, Jack? Young cats stash they jums at
Draw they guns back, momma screams where she sons at
Tryna hunt that,
Man 1: What?
Mandy: This praising.
Wise Man 1: No, no, no.
Mandy: Oh! Well, if you're dropping by again do pop in. (they
take
I can't quit
Brown-skinned shorty the life of the party
Look in her eyes fell in love with her Barbie
We keep glocks cause the opps wanna harm me
of pizza, and be quiet"
She almost got cut short, you know, scissors
She tried to disrespect who? The Grand Wizard
Me, well what's your name, son?
Mc
of pizza, and be quiet"
She almost got cut short, you know, scissors
She tried to disrespect who? The Grand Wizard
Me, well what's your name, son?
Mc
in peace to all those we lost
By murder of the police damn
Don't shoot me, my nigga, it's just a book
It's probably what keeps everyone's life
End up
riddings, you ain't no more
For sure, Donald J. Trump's a sicko
In Florida, U.S. Senators, Rick Scott and Marco Rubio are his bimbos
Underwater, drowning,
and
Imagine somebody say "That's your son dead" and
See us
We do the crime, we do the time
You get away scott free
So the police they gon' pop you for they
Red lip stick, rose petals, heart break
I was his Marilyn Monroe
Brown eyes, tuxedo, fast cars
A James Dean on the low, Dean on the low
I ask
From nothin' to everything that I asked for
From food stamps to stamps on the passport
Brown bag full of cash in the dash
Hit the gas, get
is yours to think of (ugh)
Uh
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Back up in the booth
Animals backed by the bars, zoo
Sick as flu
Haters playing themselves, flutes
decline
Where straight is the only norm and genders can't recline
The red and blue goblins knockin' your eye black and blue if you color blind
No reason but
whatcha got
I guess by now you can take a hunch
And find that I am the baby of the bunch
But that's okay, I still keep in stride
'Cause all I'm here
whatcha got
I guess by now you can take a hunch
And find that I am the baby of the bunch
But that's okay, I still keep in stride
'Cause all I'm here
of I to people at my shows
Peace love and strength to all you animals in this Concrete Jungle
They take your food and sell it to you then they call it
but your love
Your love
White clouds in your brown eyes
Brown skin in the sunshine
And the water feels just right
U were made to touch the sky u were
the pain was extreme/
(Lu Chin Chen, chorus)
Sometimes, when on the come up, it goes down foul/
Life ain't fair, you ought know by now/
Keep your chin up
fingerprints on your mobile phone
When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on
I'm bout that, I'm bout that
That billy out in that driveway
Cost more than my
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh
Talk stupid, get your head popped
I got that Esther, bitch, I'm Red Fox
Big B's, Red Sox
I get
a large, uh glandular organ in your abdomen
You know it's uh, it's reddish brown, it's sort oh uh
Yeah, yeah yeah, I know what it is but, I'm using it
kind of funky
Me and the crew we're drinking Brass Monkey
This girl walked by she gave me the eye
I reached in the locker grabbed the Spanish Fly
I
In the industry
I don't give a fuck what you did
This is my house
Take off your shoes when you walk in my crib
Niggas talk crazy to Hitman
And I'm
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