Lyrics:
't think, now why don't you get out those pants
(No, people are saying that you guys cannot make it again)
You know what, maybe we can't, why don't you take
your lover
I'm getting the backend don't stay at no Weston
Drizzy inspired can't go back for the negatives
I look like I'm puff by the way that I'm
filled with potions
Strip her out of clothes and then I rub her with some lotion
I told them I was chosen and they act like I was joking
I ain't joking
Now
How freaky can you get to a long fat dick
Hella freaky like i said to a song that hit
I'm the dirty rapper Too Short, the triple X
Run up in
on killer mode,
My date nights are on thriller mode,
Rappers' album’s filler mode,
A Silverback Gorilla in Atilla mode,
I don’t need the Gram,
To tell me who
I been going now
I think all my haters finally notice now
Just made another album prolly throw it out
Know I’ll make another, I ain’t slowing down
Talking:Cuz I'm tellin you man they ain't nothing else to talk about
the same shit every motherfuckin album, I don't give a damn how many he put
out
Platinum shit
Album match the wrist
Please don't talk too much they say they can't resist
All I ever listen to's my common sense
When I started off they said
right now
As I'm recording this, and this shit still ain't done
I'm still mixing tracks, waiting for a couple
Features to get back, then we got mastering
the an interview?
You should know by now I really do this shit, then hit the swimmin' pool
Then get my girl nakey up inside the inner tube
But what's the rap game
light
Now that's the name of the song, yeah cool right?
Chilling in the hot tub by the towers in the daylight
Don't want to listen, soon I'm going to take
The year is 1971.
Now comes the first of the children of Roton
Lords of the Underground witness the birth of the funky child
Doitall hit 'em
cocky till gun a gun cocking
Thats enough watching from the sidelines, peeking my eye by
All I knew i had to jump in, I'll be a nice guy
Three albums in I
I won't diss shit
I hit sport mode don't know stick shift
You get dismissed
From the park like 1 6 bitch
Did my shit quick
Ran it up like it's
him well, get him high, he might fuck around and die
I guess you know by now who's number one
Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm from
(Number one)
as you think
Just put my words together you’ll see
I am not gonna be Desiigner and put up one good hit
Then tomorrow realize my that music ain’t shit
I’m
follow
Hit the stu and make a hit and make sure I keep music first
Drop a album in the mix and share it with the universe
Brush my teeth then get dressed
wait until the album drops
No this is real warm but the albums hot
Now write a letter of complaint if this don't make you bop
I'm ready for war my lyric
didn't know where my life was going
Now Fast forward 10 years to my life today
You'll see a man on the mic that's living day by day
I'm just paving
Yes I record in the dark if you beefin with me
Then let's go to the park
I'ma go and show you my spark
I'm just trying to hit the charts with a dart
whatever. Um ,so I think we don't, that route has been, we've taken it to the end. Um, and then as far as the charity thing that we talked about, I think it
me only (Auw)
Kill or be killed is the way don't be phony (Auw)
I just took some shrooms then I took yo' bitches shoes off (Sheesh)
Fucked her
't stress nuttin
Bought your album, that's how I broke the eject button
Don't stress dudes, we just plot our next move
Make niggas look stupid like joggin
of me
B**** don't wanna holla b**** I'm 'bout a dolla
I done came so sick now I'ma problem (problem child)
Can't get no features on my album n****s
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