Lyrics:
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Updating your dictionary
I come from the streets to your TV screen
God save this queen
I grew up a gender bender in the working class
I didn't learn
til I'm right in front of you
Working in the shadows cooking up my witches brew
You can't see the scars when they're covered with tattoos
Better run
this shit here ain't had enough
You wanna split up, whip this bitch in your face and then bag it up
You say you ready, you ain't scared, is you trying
Lately I been slaving like I'm working railroads
Just trying to pull a great escape up out this hell hole
Just trying to see me and all my dogs ball
stalling
Gotta get up and go make me some bread
Gotta get out cause it's doing ma head in
Gotta stop working on music till 7
Gotta keep chopping and chopping
Yea
I got 100 joints
Working all summer night long
I got 100 joints
All up in my phone
I got 100 joints
Bank account looking too strong
I got 100
me
Don't gotta blast for me
Baby i ball and get cash like an athlete
Dont play by the rules cause they say it's no touching
I'm grabbing her ass
of the Lambs
Schizophrenic split
Cannibalistic appetite for harvesting a feeling of poetic might
Used to fuck me with her hands tied
Reaching out for a better
the hacks
We be gettin' to it up on this side
Get it split it with the gang, never switch sides
Always got a 10 or better by my hip right
Do it major that's
We split up on a sad dark night
Both agreeing it was best
She turned around and looked at me
As I was walking away
Then I heard her say over my
I knew just what I had to be
When I heard you say what you said to me
To every dude in sight
Look like you working up an appetite for
o'clock, she said call her
So that I can come and get her 'fore she's picked up by her father
So I smashed up in the Malibu
How would you feel watchin
VPTS (Violet's Placid Tender Swipe) poem by Timotheé
Want morethan I'm going to get it
Appetite then I'm gone and fate eat
I show it more like I'm
While You sleeping eye see working
Told Shawdee Eyem Bhahd
Michael Jackson
Filling up My Bhahg
Steady Racking
If you hating on my ahxhse
Your pockets
I knew just what I had to be
When I heard you say what you said to me
To every dude in sight
Look like you working up an appetite for the night,
I knew just what I had to be
When I heard you say what you said to me
To every dude in sight
Look like you working up an appetite for the night,
I knew just what I had to be
When I heard you say what you said to me
To every dude in sight
Look like you working up an appetite for the night,
loaves
Bad Lil red bitch drive my loads
In the trap spot tryna get off 3 bows
If you run up got the choppa by the stove
Sticked up, nigga what you want do
lit up by the coke machine
There's jump rope for the younger ones
And those who work and play with guns
One is working on his right
To kill
Trust
I'll trust you, baby owwww
You was working hours overnight shift (Night shift)
I just hug my pillow when the night wind blows
Never knew that
fascinated by the path I'm Taking,
Bustin' raps and shakin up the Dice,
Won't be no affidavits at the Cabaret, just spending cash to Feed my appetite,
If you
you could tell by the shoe lace
On my real life
Tryna live right
Push 100 praying it'll steer right
Told my momma I been working hard no days off I been
somebody po a cup
2020 On the gotta go and get it plan
Can not stop unless I take over yo city man
By the thousands line em up I see em round the block
Know
method at hand was elementary rants
But PHATSO PHATFLOW was a lyrical champ
Who was brought up in a camp by a rambling man
Who voyaged over the land with
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