Lyrics:
roll back in his skull
His back starts to, look like the McDonald's Arches
He's on Donald's carpet, layin' horizontal barfin'
And everyone in
in his eyes like I know
Lil bro gon' ride for me
Just talked to Bibby Osama he said
"Sonny" he gon' die for me
Lil K just hit my line sayin' "Don't
Let
like he couldn't breathe - like all air had been sucked out of the world
He didn't understand
He didn't want it to be true
He wished he could turn back
thousand on the ring, yeah, ayy
That's that million dollar pimp
Do one hundred on the freeway, ayy
This here Ferrari, please don't ding
Donald Trump is on my
a nigga lose her and get a new one
I'm winning, I was feeling like a loser
Like Jimmy, McIntosh is a computer
I hope I'm just a regular dude
Martin
hear nothin' bout' no keys boy
But it's like everywhere I go
Everybody pull up low by the boatloads (woah)
Then they get on records and
Rap about
a fuckin' sandwich
Osama Impression bro, fuck you William
And fuck your fat whore
Bitch, you can suck my balls
I fuck you by force
Donald Trump Impression
money way more greener than lawns
I go bad boy, Martin Lawrence
I got a bad bitch, she a foreign
I'm up top nigga in New York
And my big bro just came
your songs
Done you like a hoe and then sent your ass home
One punk came and went
Had to fire the hoe, but I'm still a pimp
(MC) Lawrence (The fake
know that i'm on demon time by my face expressions
We pull up like we giving out snacks this is not concessions
If a young nigga don't really know you
days more Donald than Trump is
That Boy he gone tell dont you test him
Cant thank the school for my lessons
Feel like OVO Born By the pumpkins
Bitch look
in some money I ain't Donald Duck
I be servin' them plays like delivery trucks
So much smoke inna air I cannot see a thing
My neck & my wrist it got
here's a message
Liberace may Chocolatate'
take em I'ma rock na
Playa, nigga fuck what I say
Throw ya souls in the air like this
Flash ya bar codes
and right like something's in the air
No road too far, no crowd too deep, just call me I'll be there
Call me out my name
I'll be there
No behaviour with vibes
don’t shoot me
Please don’t shoot me
I got my hands in the air
I got my hands in the air
I just want to live
Another day & have
Something to give
I said
Villains ain't got no feelings
Throw your shit in the air
It's that rebel music
Like you don't fucking fucking care
It's that rebel music
Ren about to put
With flow so foul you’d think it’s shooting out the wrong end
By song’s end he’ll hone his own brand
A real-estate mogul just like his old man
His pop
I'm askin was it worth it
Cause like Slick Rick now Dub C is scared and I'm nervous
Cause now the TV's changin by itself, uh-oh danger
Cause now I see
right now,
Woah,
Hands in the air right now,
Hands all the way up in the air right now,
And if you down with the ville,
And you just wanna build,
Put
here (Ooo)
When you put yo head on it with yo ass up in the air (Right here)
I can take you anywhere (Yeah)
You just gotta let me steer (Come on)
Fell in
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I'ma grab her by her hair
I'ma fuck her like a bear, I'ma fuck her
[Donald D]
In the street, blood is spilled
My sniper skills make me lethal and ill
(buck buck buck) the fat lady sang
From the ceiling I watch
done been through the worst
Do I feel like im chosen
Do I feel like im cursed
Ahhh Smell it in the air
Y'all been waiting for a minute
Y'all been waiting
since Obama's nation
Since Donald Jonathan Trump had became the inaugurated
It seems like that all she wrote
Let the media illustrate it
I won't stop
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