Lyrics:
when I robbed the randall's
Flow hot like campbell's change broads like channels
Two or three at time 'cause we all just mammals
The songs I sample
It's no mystery, it's history, East Brooklyn lick a shot
Rep two Ls, drop jewels, Ls
And shine like the jewels I drop and church that's hot, uh
they sent too many over, I might need help up in this bitch
Yeah, Hah, And I hang around big dogs ain't no tamin' me
Yeah, and they mad I'm hot, who
side kick, telling her girls we got that hot shit
Boppin' like "Who made the beat? " Green Lantern bitch
Yeah, so pay the nigga homage, I'm about them
and found, it's my final mistake
She's loving by proxy, no give and all take
'Cause I've been thrilled to fantasy one too many times
Oh I, I just died in
see I'm wide awake
I got myself on the web like a spider egg
I was already hot as buffers like a finder place
The bitches wouldn't give me
And only God He could save you
She got the eyes that glitter of gold
And her body would slave you
Then she grab me by the hand, let's go
I'll take
their hands in the air
And all my boogie down broads,big blue screen yeah
We know Queens in here
And the money making Manhattans over here by HA
and proud lika a boomboxwarrior
Come with me and you wanna see
Jump with me cause we're a family
Shout an free your teeny little voices
All by the power
Poor rappers fall victim to the metaphor master
Drill your ass raw for ice core data
An earthquake machine being powered by a crystal
Scalene in
Or let it happen, yes, happen like mi mother seh
Big entertainer, hot drop inna your ear like paradise
Oh stop the wailin', the prophet is sayin'
Trust
I'm down on Bourbon Street again,
Down in that quarter of sin,
Standin' on a corner where I used to stand,
Down by Charlie Weaver, that old hot dog
Frank met Jane now, and Jane met Eddie, on the radio show
Who wants to have fun, who's hot and ready for the radio show?
Call up the station, have a go,
fam, its not for me
Its got to be, an opt at least
Without-dudes-gettin'-chased-by police
So they gave us film, sport...and the gift to make a hot CD
suicidal
Kray psycho like Michael
Ehh hee
Comin' back like I just sold a sack on the 99
Drive by n I kill em with words, bloody, a mess all over the curb
When you hear that, that's the sound of the police
Whoop, whoop, uh, don't get handcuffed by the beast
When you hear that, that means the cops is
think about me
'cause honestly I'd be aight if no one ever loved me
I write I only fear joe in blood smeared slow on my brain
By my earlobe
and I ain't
The crazy thing is I ain't know I was robot
So I ain't have a whole lot of plans for me to roll out
I thought I was unique, I thought I was so hot
But I
The FN shells crackin' ribs like coro (yo)
Ayo, it's the A-R-M-A-N-I Caesar, Leo (woo)
The flow is frío, so dope, could sell it by the kilo (yeah)
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
Look, I'm stuck in my feelings, I feel like I'm losin' it
Look, been in this game, I still feel like I'm
be hot air
Drinking bubbles
Gotta get some cool
Thirst and hunger
Always grab the fool
Sneaker waving tables
Waiting over there
Leave no room for
will follow you west
I don't care how hot it gets you can make my heart sweat
Your warmth on my soul may be swallowed by yonder ground
Though the night
to Mars in a stretched out car
We only play hits by the greatest
Smooth R&B for the ages
If you wanna ride in the back of the Caddy
Take a number
the fame
I just want a range and chill on the yatcht
Never gave me play on twitter
Always put me on the block
Now you in my call log telling me to come by
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