Lyrics:
leave this place and go fishin
Watch me add I'm a mathmagician
Move out the tables cause we boutta start dancing
Rhymes so hard they're performance
featuring Big Tymers, Hot Boys
{Juvenile}
How you love this playboy? This one here bezzled out.
With the Hot Boys and the Tear da
Thomas Burgundy
Yeah I jumped out the womb grippin' a pistol with a script to flip the narrative
Pistol whipped the doctor, Pops should name him
done now
If do lie about the really funky shit I've gone by
But no boy I've gotta watch out
Sorrow is gonna make me fall in love with a porn star
Gotta
And aint no prick here can hold me
Money slicker than gold teeth
Pouring like nose bleeds
Ya dig
Im a hot boy
Jewels out rock boy
Looking for to pop raw
Her
got that town swag
IPod slappin', listenin' to "Black Mags"
That boy out on his own, thinking that he grown
Wet behind the ears tryna show he got
not them
Quoting stats on Sachel Page
Judging by the sudden loss of blood
While sleeping on your rooftop house floods
I built this house to float in
And come up with these hi-deas
Uh, I took a puff-puff pass
Before I finished touching up the track
Now my minds racing in circles and running laps
Saturday?
You don't wanna tempt me when it's Satyr day
You don't wanna fall facing front onward
Booger, bad performance
Call it fork on a road
Who you gon'
looking boy, 'cause
I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod
Back nod the way I'm racing around the
Track
featuring Big Tymers, Hot Boys
{Juvenile}
How you love this playboy? This one here bezzled out.
With the Hot Boys and the Tear da
my love
Until I told you so
I told you from the start
But you’re the one
Lay out in the sun
If there is a reason
We could fall apart
Just give it to me
rhymes, but you aren't really on the really right track
Do you wanna be a drive by, Little Boy
Fall off and become a poor-ass little guy, Little Boy
Or do
Ooh
Josh forde
Josh Forde on the beat boy
I make dem hits yeah
It's that heat boy
I know you really wanna' feel accepted
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
don't really give a shit, I represent the real cats who know me
Man, what's up with that scratch you owe me?
Now run my chips before we fall out like
Lil Kim
Got dissed by Eminem
Said I dress real feminine
First week out, did real low numbers
40, 000 unit's, next week it went under
By the third week,
out daddies checks
Rob you and you're father's debt
Got some money for me boy, lit, say that, bet
Say that then, should just say that then
I can't wait
on a mill, but I'm pimpin still
Riding round the track, like Goldie in the Mack
Still I'm Don Coreleone pimping hoes from my realm
Mesmerized by the words
now
Just remember what you do comes back around
Put on hell of a performance, you was acting out
Guaranteed you show me more when I'm back in town
But
Don Coreleone pimping hoes from my realm
Mesmerized by the words coming out my mouth
So I'm flushing money quickly out these bitches' bank accounts
the dysfunctional son.
Trapped in my digital domain... (The El to the P.)
Yo, fuck rappers that freak a fable; phony will make them fall out.
Frequencies painful;
when I go out the boys no restrict them feel what am sayIng
Mo mu kpe wan gbo mi
If I don't look your path then am sorry
Care about music all the fashion
out on friday nights
I ain't feelin' right
I sacrifice so when I step up to the mic
I hit that bitch until it falls outta sight
I'm tryna change my life
split personalities
Who get get mo' cheddar
Come to find out he Barry Adrian Reese
Some nigga in a 'Hotel' in
A B-Boy stance, that's it
It gets no better
Discuss these performance acousticmultimedia track by fall out boy Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In