Lyrics:
Bradley Martyn
By day I'm gettin' bigger, soon I'm sellin' out the garden
"Beg your pardon?"
Yes I meant it, locked in, pen is gettin' sharper
Got they
to trip by mere coincidence
In between the cheering crowd
I hear your cry so loud!
Somehow there's no one else who's noticing that desperate sound
Neither
ass so fat, a round of applause for me
A round of applause for me
I want me a crib, that came wit' a whip
The blunt compressed like it came in a zip
and it's so fat
Round of applause make that ass clap
Little mama a scoom with her hoe ass
But fuck it, we clubbing
I snuck the glock in the function, up it
Ugh-ugh
Yah-Yah
Yah-Yah
Yeah
So I might speed in the beam never seen by the law
So mean with the cream n**** cold like slaw
D*** fiend with
I see you and me
By the ocean
Shore and the sea
As the sun sets below
The horizon
You're in for surprises
Surprises
As the sun sets below
The horizon
are lookin more like spray on. Yuh
My mama told me bout girls like you
Heard your breast size don't relate to IQ
Ass so fat you deserve a haiku
We could
Gotta whole lotta cash I won’t change up , nigga gone try to copy they ain’t Us , gotta hoe trynna top me she anxious, got these wings by my side I’m
LIVE on Death Row
Written by Alim BraXton
Intro
This is a special report. I’m Michael Betts and I’m Mark Katz and we have breaking news.
Verse
I feel alone cause you're not by me no more
I love you to the bone. Now I want you even more
I feel alone cause you're not by me no more
The only
myślałeś dziwko ze robię po to to lepiej zainwestuj w IQ
I ludzie pytają wiec po co to robisz by zajebać chmurę czy martwisz się jutrem
A robię to po to żeby
potřebí přidat si tě do přátel
Sedim ve svym bunkru a piju krev nepřátel
Dostat se do mýho textu, to by sis nepřát měl
Nasrat na všechny, jsem neřád, jedu
Okay look, paid dues, no more fake news
I'ma do everything that they said that I can't do
Miss me with that artificial
Baby I ain't fooled by
We live by the assassin's creed committing dastardly deeds
Slash and you bleed, we live in the cut
It's like we have a fucking disease
A virus,
of applause
Put your glasses in the air for the chairman of the board
Here's to the hustlers, cheers to the boss
Tell em I was sent up here by the chairman
by the sounds before the sun
I knew the night had gone
The morning breeze like a bugle blew
Against the drum of dawn
Lay down your weary tune,
by the sounds before the sun
I knew the night had gone
The morning breeze like a bugle blew
Against the drum of dawn
Lay down your weary tune,
tell that you fraud,
By the way that you sit.
Keeping it real,
What is ya deal,
What motivates you!
Or the way that you feel.
Is it the check,
them talk crazy on telephone
These niggas pussy like
Hang with more bloods than a stream of an IV
Magical monday no ID (ugh)
Millionaire shorty fuck IQ
I don't bet
I don't be in no casino, and baby while you knizzow
The izzi is the grizzeat Kizzangizzo."
I thought she'd be impress by my devious rap
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
never feel right in a tie and suit
501s and a plain white tee
I stay gettin' stopped by the LAPD
That's just life growin' up in south central
I been
the phrase, he went from ashy to classy
Haha, I like that (alright, alright)
So everybody in the house, give a warm (uh), round of applause for
The Notorious
the phrase, he went from ashy to classy
Haha, I like that (alright, alright)
So everybody in the house, give a warm (uh), round of applause for
The Notorious
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