Lyrics:
throw your boy no bands, I had to run my own up
My lil' partner catchin' bodies, he get money, road run
Talkin' cray until he solo, then that's when we
the fuck is a list to me?
I'm used to not being on it, I expect it out 'em
Heck wit' 'em, I get my respect without 'em
Ain't really been into diamonds
no-one seems to mind
I'm sure that you've moved on by
Now and I shouldn't have called, i know
But no-one here in New York seems
To care that I'm alone
Spend that shit so fast I'm about to blow
And I'm smoking gas blow it by the O
I was broke now got Fendi on my clothes
I ain't worried about a hoe
Yea
Turn it down a little bit
It’s A (Bands)
Solidifying great
It’s best to do things early never late
I’m punctual with mine dog I could never hate
in yo lies
Fuck how you feeling nigga
Stayed down now I’m winnin these niggas be women
Man fuck the pretending
Fake smiles cuz these niggas is timid
I
cap, his neck is teal
Fat ass bitch like Shaq O'Neal
10 bands in 12 months
I ate your bitch pussy for lunch
I hit that, brody, no, I don't give a fuck
My
forty-seven four
Been led by your Spirit Lord
And I found a good thing
There is too much more too explore
So I got you that diamond ring
So I guess I’m forever
to the bridge by our captain
His hand held a paper of white
This message just flashed o'er the wireless
And your darlin' is dying tonight
So I boarded
And everybody watchin' when the whips pass by
Now watch the watch how it dance, while I thumb through the bands
Sellin' rocks in my trap, got beaucoup racks in
'jackin'
And when illegally armed it's called 'packin'
Shoot a motherfucker in a minute
I find a good piece o' pussy, I go up in it
So if you're
the mob as big as the globe
To live and die as a millionaire, on ..
Set to explode, my M.O., is kill them hoes
My pistol's like a disease, my enemies
a Capo in the mob as big as the globe
To live and die as a millionaire, on ..
Set to explode, my M.O., is kill them hoes
My pistol's like a disease, my
Money Money O.K. Co-Ral
I Like A Bitch With A Apple Bottom Like Vokal
The Top Is At My Fingertips Like I Ain't Got No Nails
I Got Blood Brothers Bitch
ain't real, right?
(Gang)
And what it is? What's up? (What's up?)
Nigga suck my dick, 'cause it's up (O oh)
They told me they gon' get me if
They do it's
of
The Old Folks
Then one strange folk band downtown
Called The Holy Modal Rounders
Began to make it more anarchistic
With weird voices and drug jokes
"Moms
yo, go by the Jane Doe
Drenched in Polo, chill downtown in Soho
You don't know, this is just half my potential
Check my credentials, come harder than
make my snaps
If not from the records, from jackin' the crops
Just like burglary, the definition is 'jackin'
And when illegally armed it's called
anymore
This sounds like Tears for Fears"
I thought about textin' a friend
About how depressed I was by this band
By I didn't feel like
his life
If time woulda called
Everything would be straight
The miles on my car would decrease by day
Smile at the world
Laugh at the pain
Smile seem
too rotted
Made me a B.O
Plumbing
She put me in temptation
I've just merged her
Called up the IRS
Damaged the rotation
My circle no smaller
Gigantic
Building the ark by the grace of God
After the foundation was laid
Hewed down the timber and the ark was made
Called in the animals two by two
There was
from the ood
Where the h is silent shank your diamonds
Take what you make its mine then
Skate on by like its just another day of grinding
Where we
Can Can I make it clear
I got diamonds diamonds diamonds
I be rocking all the gear yea
Let me tell you who it is
First off I'm The freshest here
Let
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