Lyrics:
to the pumps
Had you floating in the ocean
Now you trashed by the dumps
Nifty fifty gang, I was raised in the slumps
Pockets so fat like it's raised by
or she'll bounce
How's she gonna think you're smooth if you got drool in your mouth?
Don't allow me to deceive you with my devious tricks
Never seems to be
the trick
Is you only see the former on my IG pic
And I'm sick to my stomach
Cause they want the same illusion in my lyrics
Hence the emphasis on my
Urm one thing that
I have come to appreciate throughout making this album is
Is the different forms of love you can get
And I feel like
Everybody is
off
You're in trouble 'cause I'm back
Best in the game and that's just a fact
How the fuck you gon' make it through the whole album
If I'm this
Melodically and sonically the best and
Ironically was choir boy MVP
You can't tempt me i used to get head by the
Pews during father franks hour-long homilies
Written by Rick Nielsen & Tom Petersson
Originally performed by Cheap Trick
Au revoir, auf wiedersehen
You won't see another morning
You won't see
did the first one
Five album run, now the cursed one, it's a blessed one
By the time y'all hear this, we be half way through the next one
Bless up
to amaze me
So the cheap shot you took at me never even grazed me
My name sparkin like a street king
Cause I mixed, the Hoo-Bang thing with the "Bling Bling"
cheap labor and fat profits by selling, to you
Before you say what I think, take a deeper look
Why are these people so poor that they need this work
No
myself)
Talk is cheap so give me that real and keep that path yeah
I pray to God if I fall I land on love and wealth yeah
Oh well
I wish em well
Your cart
a bonus
A year went by so I gave up waiting
Moved in with Johnny's sister
A German call girl with a wooden leg
Specialising in one-legged tricks
He
right?
Holding on in the hurt, poison
Them emotional scars
And locked doors that shouldn't be open
The lines is too thin like coke and cheap gin
Like
ain't fuckin' with you
Punk bitch think she real smart, runnin' that G
But talk is cheap hoe, spend some cash money with me
Look up when I pull up
look like the ghetto (yeah)
Picture me trick, and take a loss
I'm cheap like the Chinese man with duck sauce
This Tony homey, I walk around with a big
on no Twitter, I be go on a niggas
I'ma make you be a gangster, bring the ho out niggas
I'm bumpin' Slaughter Gang, 21, back when I was 21
Drive-bys
a friend of my old man
He came by every couple of months or so
With a brown paper bag full of bandit cash
Have a couple of drinks and he would go
He
Wall, with the wood out my grill
I can do a girl wrong, and she goin' be by me still
I can get caught cheating on my feet, maybe she will
Never leave,
fits in truth and in the same moment?
Discernment blurring when a passion got a hold of man
A magnet tryna rope em in, The trick is never know the end
No
of tricks
Had to work a lot
Because people couldn't see my plot
Yea went from nothing to something
But all night yea
Was always fighting
Yea
Lost soul
Lost
Back in the 5 flow, to demonstrate all of the
Nimble tricks I know, and show I can ball with the
Greats, go toe to toe. Yes out I am callin' ya
It's only up from here like I started climbing rocks
The luv child, my story told by Diana Ross
Driving by I thought fine dining was Red Lobster
stop me now (who, you?)
Every album offered me a glimpse of heaven
No parentals, uncensored, guess I snuck into the Restricted Section
These Dark Arts
cause you thought you was slick
At least she got it free, but you? Youse a big trick
You helped the pimps get paid, took a shot at catching AIDS
And got
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