Lyrics:
Hella swole like goku bitch your name is Tien
I got hella brain and high grade im a fuckin genius
I been fuckin rollin backwoods since I was a fetus
'm like a disease and I got them all gushin
I say my name so they all try to smudge it I put this work in, it's all for the cousin
It's all for the nation,
end up on Shade
I gave you dick and you liked the dick
And I saw you talkin' my name
Got Twitter fingers, you're a
Silly nigga, nigga, all you do is
We got so much soul
You can damn near see it
Spinnin' on a forty five
I've come to the conclusion
Clear the confusion
My point is to rock
Dis
She said her heart got colder, she said, "It's over"
It's easy when you high, it's harder when you sober
Like, I'm just tryna hit some shit like Sammy
down pop trunk, I'm out that H-town
(Yungstar)
Out H-town, showin surround by sound
Yesterday y'all got mad when I shown nuthin but ground
I'm talkin
hardest, hard can get
Africa and I, while Sammy be 's on the set
I kick the rhyme to the girl and she became my pet
I lend some sucker some juice and now
trying to boast
But I got that dough
I made a video so you could see the life I live
Gotta casa across from Sammy Sosa's crib
Laying out by the pool
seen that girl's face
When she jumped on Twitter to send, then she saw me on a track with
I got ten people that I love, look I don't want a a hundred
gun
Hot one done pop one scrub not one
Wanna ride shotgun wanna shoot shot guns
And I got hot ones
But I wanna chick that'll hop up on a stick wit
don't wanna let this opportunity to pass by
Feeling like I met you in our past life
I don't even your name
I don't even know your name
I don't even, I
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
I'm racking my brains to think of a name
To give to this tune so Perry can croon
And maybe old Bing will give it a fling
And that'll start
a swing-a, or a "I love you-a,"
I love, I love to sing!
Give me a song-a
About a son-a gun that went and done her wrong-a.
But keep it clean-a,
By
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
As though i'd lost a father of mine
E a e
But malcolm x got what was coming
G#m a
He got what he asked for this time
E c#m a b7 e
So love me,
ain't harmin' Nas harmonized
Here's the break
I'mma translate lyrics so well
I excel, it ain't hard to tell
It ain't hard to tell
I got a case of vocal
the Alamo, so tragically
At least I got a pornographic memory
It's like college. It's all a blur to me
You know my name but you never heard of me
A filing
like Sammy Gravano
It's easy, child barely an Italiano
But don't do it, she'll have your eight by ten on every channel
[Chorus]
No honey can set
and Sammy known to run traps to the ground
Threw a potato on the barrel, it won't make a sound
Yeah, I wanna stick the plug, but he got some numbers
Them
Orrskii gone pull up to your spot he ain't playing no games
A couple niggas almost got shot for playing with my name
I heard rumor said I was hot
bitch, I'm the gang
I get respect that you'll never obtain, you only Got with the team tryin' to make you a name
Why is you always tryin' to chase fame,
a swing-a, or a "I love you-a,"
I love, I love to sing!
Give me a song-a
About a son-a gun that went and done her wrong-a.
But keep it clean-a,
By
Say my name if you want more beef
...
I don't associate wit niggas who switch
fake thug like Sammy the Bull, turn snitch
Yo my glock kick, ready to spit
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