Lyrics:
dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke Woolie Thai
I dropped out of Cooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the live-r
My
a wolf in sheep's clothing
Dem a fox 'pon the sly
Dem a beelzebub disciple
Come fe fight down I and I
Tried my best to listen to mama
and ambitious and chasing my dreams
Yeah no shame fuck fame coz im proud of my drip
[Verse One]
Give me the mic let me rap i got lyrics im letting em drop
And i
and ambitious and chasing my dreams
Yeah no shame fuck fame coz im proud of my drip
[Verse One]
Give me the mic let me rap i got lyrics im letting em drop
And i
"Bitch come here"
Pullin' on a momma like, "Bitch come here"
I'm Santa Claus, didn't you hear?
Tell Johnny Saint Dick what you want this year
And we
Uhhh
Listen
Man If yo hoe coming around me
Just know
Nah man I'm talking too much
I bet that bitch gonna drop
I bet that bitch gonna drop
I bet that
Sissies! Asshole fuckers, or just plain ol' fuckers!"
Verse 1: Brother Marquis:
I'm a part of this, just like you
I'm a disciple of Satan, with work to do
I don't want anyone, know me or not
See me at my lowest, you don't have to drop, drop, drop
Don't have to drop by, nothing you can do this time
I
and
Stop drop and
Stop drop and roll cause this nigga be on fye
Boy, you niggas ain't ballin', gettin' by
When I got shot, bitch, I ain't cry
Niggas try
I got disciples
Makaveli using my mind as my weapon
These suckers don't leave me no option
Stack the racks to the ceiling
Not your regular I
night, to get you by my side
I've been waiting all week long to get it on with you
Sometimes we hit the floor, dance like we never did before
I'm going
They feel entitled, so then they start hating
Gang be the disciples they evil like Satan
For the money I've been changing locations
Yeah I got
C'mon!
Go...go...go...ugh..
Go...go...go...go...
Drop the A-U-T-O-L-O-G-I-C (go...go...go...go...)
Drop the A-U-T-O-L-O-G-I-C (go...go...go...go...)
Rejoice rejoice
Good tidings I bring you
Hear ye a message to you my friend
Voices cry invoke your angels
When pressure drop it cannot conquer
languages
Y’all break it down like the police
Raw talent stands beyond a leak
I am not a pastor, I don't preach
Simply a disciple of the street
Radicals
Where my street disciples, church off in these streets
Call my congregation, church off in these streets
Call me Pastor Young, I came to spread
close by
More life I say
Yo
All ah who count we out
Shoulda count from 4, 3, 2, 1!
Nah mean?
Struggle years for a couple years
But I 4, 3, 2 won!
Nah
through traffic
Covered by the blood so I know I'm well protected
You know who I ride with so you know just who I'm reppin
Drop the top off the roof I come
I'm in the backyard by the white door
You big drop, why do I adore you?
In the backyard by the white door
You big drop, why do I adore you?
In
the cockpit
Cut off the autopilot to the engine, then drop shit
Then jump into the moshpit
Now I'm all up in a cloud with the loud
Actin' wild in the middle
disciples
They lead them by the nose they be shooting up the nostrils
Addicts
그래나도 I see
Rags to riches 가끔 나도 원하지 on my knees
I be stretching flying through
so clean
I can't find the codeine
Dirty red thoughts
Thoughts
Thoughts
Yeah I'm feeling so good you gon' feel the soul me
Ohh woah oh
Drop
Drop
Drop
with the most knowledge will obtain to touch top dollars
Hold me down, hand me my cake, dusty, bake, activate
Fuck your corny debates
I'm like cake
with the most knowledge will obtain to touch top dollars
Hold me down, hand me my cake, dusty, bake, activate
Fuck your corny debates
I'm like cake
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