Lyrics:
the fastest
For Shakespearian actors: "Chino shall busteth your asseth,
When I spithed acid" ... yeah your freestyle was tight
You better rhyme of the head
can tell me cause I know for sure
When I'm not with you, baby, I'm wasting my time
I'll do anything that you want me to do
Oh, just call out my name,
for me awaits
Where she prays for my return
When the winds are calling me
I raise my sword with pride
Full of hate and agony
Through the storms I ride
past my tintin' (tintin')
Call my phone, it's ringin' (ringin')
I pretend I miss it (ayy, ayy)
I'm just by myself I learned a lot about my life
like it
Tell me when you like it honey
Eat that shit, it's entertaining
It's a longstanding family business
It's a ride, that's what we call it
It's
the Champagne
Dope my medication
7 grams I'm facing
God is amazing
Molded by the pain
I see through the fame
I still got my soul
I still use my brain
Lion
and shape escape
When it comes to Eloise
For a moment she's so clear
But it all disappears
The muscles in the hand
Don't seem to understand
The lovely face
day turns to night
Life's mystery is so hard to find
It don't mean a thing when you're losing your mind
You walk to the door and stare at the floor
in the dojo (in the dojo)
Mojo Jojo, kickin' in the dojo (in the dojo)
Mojo Jojo, kickin' in the dojo (in the dojo)
High right now, you can tell by
an animal, I'm managed by PETA.
I make this money and do what I want even when I'm broke and got no money to flaunt.
Ain't got no margielas no st. Lourent,
and it’s plain
Why should I complain
But tell me does she kiss
Like I used to kiss you?
Does it feel the same
When she calls your name?
Somewhere deep
when the summer comes
Will you come direct me out
Of all my troublesome
I've been a bummer
Sub now for the month runs out
I am a jack of all nothing
"Skrrt", made the back of that bitch kiss
Send a BiC with a bad bitch, I'm rollin' weed, she suckin' dick
Bugatti with the 1K on just to let it gliss
Kill
recently, Adam4Adam
Because as a general rule
I don't fraternize with pop culture terrorists
Huh! Oh no, she did not just call Beyoncé a terrorist
Oh
roast your clique
Throats get slit when this
Vocalist smoke a spliff
Okey doke? Oh but those don't work
My focus is second to none, I'm parallel
commas
Gave his son a couple dollas
When I fucked his baby momma
Yeah I'm stupid as fuck
Say he live by the gun
The Glock suited him up
She don't use no
romancing hoes
Let 'em know
Let's spark it up with that heart to heart
If we could talk it off and we would
'Cause we gon' smoke it up
And she gon' roll it
T-T, no ticks, three bags change for twenty one days
There's no way you're a savage, you got no heart like 21 says (Pew-pew)
Just got a call from Ian,
supposed to say?
Hey baby, how you doin'? I missed you home
By the way I'm bout to leave, ah good
I'm going on a fall tour
But I'll be back before you
call is near,
Move up a gear,
There's still time for some more!
No time for bed,
Sleep when I'm dead,
Sky's turning red,
The sun's rising again!
the loser has to fall,
It's simple and it's plain, why should I complain.
But tell me, does she kiss like I used to kiss you,
Does it feel the same when
the loser has to fall,
It's simple and it's plain, why should I complain.
But tell me, does she kiss like I used to kiss you,
Does it feel the same when
and it's plain
Why should I complain
But tell me does she kiss
Like I used to kiss you
Does it feel the same
When she calls your name
Somewhere deep inside
down and the freaks get up
And then it's on til six in the mon'
Your girl like a light switch I turn her on yeah
And she love my swag
Get it get it
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