Lyrics:
Waka flocka betya i go hard in da paint
Building shi brick by brick gettin franklins call me saint
O shi O shi watch dis
You know that we fly as hell
I break and enter no respect
Quiet please don't interject
Don't interrupt this interruption
Of your regular roulette
All that screaming ain't gon'
options
Spinning like a hula hoop on it
Russian roulette with an AR half cocked it
The room be spinning but she still dropped it
Picture of me in her locket
nothing to say
Tough getting by on your own
It's a roulette wheel full of bankrupt signs
Strong crop of corn with a weak bottom line
Little bit of laughing
fat
I'm confident fully, example in denim
Blinded by the lights like Abel, had to dim em'
I see you can't see me, my windows I tint em'
Roulette for
chillin', loungin' at the crib, check it out now)
The, the mic is open, yo
For the Stretch Armstrong show, hosted by Bobbito
How should I start this?
Foul, subjective thoughts into the air
Objective inhale the atheistic breath
Slowly captivated by the suffocating mass
Twisting the cross from heaven
flowers on it
His momma standing by and denying
The fact he gone
Gonna got his head flown, ended up dead wrong
Quick draw my, get shit popping off
See rag
Foundation build on another and you's a goner holmes
She' built on em, supported by him
Conformed to him, now she's a body of bodies who transform through
disciples, the castle guard.
Now, let's go out and hunt by numbers
Hey little buddies,
Soft and silky night walkers.
Dangerous species
Tiptoe menace
abdominal and glocks by his lungs
Superstitious, crucifixes and horseshoes hang
And grab nines, livin' room since I've been in the womb
Stain, glass window
of man
And from their souls within
My disciples all shout to search out
And they always shall obey
Follow me now my child not the meek or the mild
of man
And from their souls within
My disciples all shout to search out
And they always shall obey
Follow me now my child not the meek or the mild
the bumpers
Always playing clean
He plays by intuition
The digit counters fall
That deaf, dumb and blind kid
Sure plays a mean pinball
He's a pinball
the bumpers
Always playin' clean.
Plays by intuition,
The digit counters fall.
That deaf, dumb an' blind kid
Sure plays a mean pinball!
He's a pinball
the bumpers
Always playing clean
He plays by intuition
The digit counters fall
That deaf dumb and blind kid
Sure plays a mean pinball!
He's a pinball
the bumpers
Always playing clean
He plays by intuition
The digit counters fall
That deaf, dumb and blind kid
Sure plays a mean pinball
He's a pinball
the bumpers, always playing clean.
He plays by intuition, The digit counters fall.
That deaf dumb and blind kid, Sure plays a mean pinball.
He's a pinball
the bumpers, always playing clean.
Plays by intuition, the digit counters fall,
That deaf, dumb, blind boy,
Sure plays a mean pinball.
He's a pinball
like Johnny Cash
Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast
Ayo, lyrical gas spittin' the criminal tactics
Non-believers get my dick
like Johnny Cash
Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast
Ayo, lyrical gas spittin' the criminal tactics
Non-believers get my dick
Thanks for the memory
Of things I can't forget, journeys on a jet
Our wondrous week in Martinique and Vegas and roulette
How lucky I was
See the Teacher, sitting on a mountain
See Him walking along the shore
Friends and disciples gathering around Him
Say never spake a man like this
Placing your bet
Russian roulette
Your on your way
To ending our days
[Chorus]
Welcome to the new way
We want order by two
But I've given
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