Lyrics:
that I'm from Canada, I got a colder fit
I been tryna equal it all up, you can't have none of it
Out here, cookin' up these hits, do it two times
All my
a fuck, I'm cookin' like hibachi
Yeah, woah
All a contest now, they wanna beat me
Honestly some of them wanna be me
Living movie, put that shit in 3-D
It's the MOB
Cookin' them birds up
The customer ears just perked up
They Tired of gettin' that work from
Them hustlers whippin' that dirt up
I'm
bo'sIt's like mike here passin by give yal a show
Shawty been hot cookin crack on the stove
I gotca bitch and ya wife in control so
I ont pay no mind to none
Trap, uh, that yay, we call it fish scale, Fish, uh, that fentanyl call it Fetty Wap
Cookin' up fish scale, call it drop Drop, uh, they spendin'
father left me
Causing a riot at my crib cause I felt abandoned
For seven dry tears inside my mind was only camping
I never knew what my mother meant by
I wanna go to Heaven
If Jesus is all I see (ever see)
If the angel's horn were an old kazoo
If the city four square was a two by two
If my mansion
like a vet
It might rain throwin' all of these racks
It's light change throw it all in the tech
She seeing green now she callin' for sex
We NSYNC baby
the homies getting Two Fifty
NSYNC how these white boys move me
Cruise with me
That's my team, they win and lose with me
It's white tees, Nike sweat pants,
into my plans
No sea saw shit
Sun kissed since you got tanned
I keep yo secrets locked
Blew by green tea empty bottles
TI quilla bring them lips
Flawed
us, y'all just in, N'sync and Bieber
What I'm thinking syncing, I'm up, what I'm inking, sleeper
Outstanding at the clubs looking like we buy the drinks
night, kick, push, gotta skate
Tony Hawk 900, Big time young stunner
All this ice, kid chill, might freeze by summer
All this money in the way, NSYNC like
to Cali,
Oh we're cutting trips in the valley,
Everywhere we go,
You know we're gonna roll,
With ah top down,
Cruzin' nice and slow,
We got Nsync
back for the street boys, I gut off the street noise
By breaking their necks on the floor like a be -boy
Then destroyed the whole program
Had a vision
Droppin' f-bombs like a guest on Howard Stern
Since NSYNC broke up, I figured it's our turn
Gonna hit it from the back, like I fucked up a power turn
You
NSYNC
En klippt ord upp
Censur svordom
Tacklar trakten efter tacklor
Brickor på brickor
Frukost boom boom sen bebem siffror
Kassören skriver lapp till
Homies are being murdered by lieutenants to sergeants
Like weez, we uprooted just as soon we harvest
Searching for sunshines, suffocated by darkness
Stone Throwers
Forced to go toe-to-toe, blow for blow
In a war zone with only stones to throw
Vilified by all sides
Vilified for small crimes
Little by little by little by little
I'm going crazy
Little by little by little by little
I'm going crazy
In reality I'm just an average Joe
1300 block, magazine
40 in the kitchen cookin', ice cream
Zippers, zones, her-on and hubba rocks
Gotta little kids to the front yard runnin' around
Tell MTV to chill (chill), they can't come to the crib (no)
'Cause I be cookin' deuces up, aunty been cookin' real (T)
Back and forth with water whip,
The Crystal swagger, got shit
Off in my basement, like Tigger
But mama ain't cookin up shit
Got my lil mama cookin up bricks
I be hookin up with
Them bitches,
You wash them clothes
Swee dee dee
And hang 'em on the line
I can see by the way
You wash them clothes
Your cookin' must be fine
I'm with
Cookin up tym razem to w studio
Suko ja nie mam skrupułów prawie tak jak Julio
Nie daję jebania o to że oni już kuli ją
Ride on my dick that's
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