Lyrics:
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
Pe Mo Ya Alaimore
(That Would Make Me An Ingrate)
Sebi’ Wo Lo F’oro Da’le Aye
(You Are The One Who Created The World By The Word)
Agbara Re Ma Lole
And although I run i'm still lost here
I'm still lost here
And all I see around me are these screens
Too many screens too many goddamn screens
I'm twisted I
the way into the A.M.
C-H-E-A-T-H-A-M (you know it)
Rollin' stoned before I was in every stoners playlist
C-H-E-A-T-H-A-M
Ain't changed from the days
me they say that was a doper me
Once again I'm seeing what nobody was supposed to see
Supposedly even the people that are close to me
Think I'm over
A power, because my temper's at the border
Like I said before, I keep a party filled, like a bucket of water
MC, H-E-A-V-Y D
O-V-E-R-W-E-I-G-H-T Lover in
up
Riding shotgun
With my chickita
S.H.E. Dub
ctrocious Macadocious
No M.c.C.i Love
I stay west coastin
Know where I'm from
Right by the Pacific
I'm up five am
My trap on fire
Can't call it quit
Ten for ten on wax
My s*** to fly
My bag legit
Caught some neck from this h** from the east
She
don't hear my shit, well I'll fart soon
Like George Clooney, I'm Up in the Air
You'll recognize my name and then you'll cheer
B. A. H. A
(Who Am I)
B. A.
gerçekten
AH!
K4f4 b1r k4f4 1n k4f4 k1r
D0lu y1n3 d3 s4n4 h1Ç
L4f1m y0k z4t3n h3p suÇum b3ll1
4m4 y1n3 d3 b4n4 h1Ç
L4f1n y0k z4t3n s3n busun d3l1
0luŞun b4n
Any where I am better than the best guy
In the world I am probably in the best 5
When it’s rented we gone count it as a test drive
Got custom gold
than a chimney
I'm lit you can't un-dim me
All that I am is simply
Is bam bams lil mini me
N***a yeah
Dave N Keeg making me laugh again, Yuh
I prolly
Where ammmm I???
Whaaats happening? (This is Life)
Why is life???
(You are my child)
Who am IIII (I know who you, I've always known you. Come
run by your address for me
151 Shenedoah, Shenendoah
Ma'am where inside the house are you
(Oh my god)
Ma'am where inside the house are you
In my
argue with a n**** who like d*** on the low
Wont argue with a bitch who gets f***** by the bros
Wont argue with a n**** who like drama like a h**
I dont
to last
I got the drive, I'm going fast like flash
Get in my whip. Yeah, I'm doing the dash
P-H-E-N-O-M-E-N-A-L
My money in line, long as hell. I am not
A few good kids
Build my empire A Few Good Kids
我就像是
Jay
-
Z
掌控
R O C
I’m like Jay
-
Z in control of R O C
女孩
们都说我
H O T
The girls think I’m H O T
抢着跳进我的
up
Riding shotgun
With my chickita
S.H.E. Dub
Atrocious Macadocious
No M.A.C.i Love
I stay west coasting
Know where I'm from
Right by the Pacific
you hot?
Are you hot? Are you hot?
Are you hot? Are you hot?
Are you hot? I feel ambitious
The ideal copy is
See I A D N A see K G be
The ideal
f-o-h-n, it's a kind of wind
Yeah, I know what you mean by wind
G for Gnarly,
I for irk
H is for hour
J for jalapeño
Good in either corn or flour
and I'll make'em real!
I wanna be a better man than I ever was!
I just wanna see my friends become happier! Next!
I just wanna see my wife with my kids in
Hook
Y.O.U.R.... K.I.N.G.... J.E.V.O.N.
Y.O.U.R.... K.I.N.G.... J.E.V.O.N.
Y.O.U.R.... K.I.N.G.... J.E.V.O.N.
J.E.V.O.N.......YEA, J.E.V.O.N
open doors
Where are my thumbs
I am too dumb
I'm sick of you niggas
I'm sick of you bitches
Go say what you want about me and my riches
I
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
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