Lyrics:
Madman drummers bummers and Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat
In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat
20 bandz on my fit
Just to get fly
With draw 300k
Just to get by
40 in the Glock clip
Nigga you tried
Fuck 12 I could neva let
Them hurt my pride
Fit
'bout to set it off (grrah)
Pull the dick and tell your little shorty, "Neck it off"
Bag it like it's crystal meth, I'm sellin' Epsom salt
Bag
wanted to be when I grew up
You know what I'm saying, and that's it for us
I was a big old white boy from
Tennessee that wanted to be a rap star
And that
by a thread
I got Ephesians 3:20 it's written in my head
October 23'
Was on the devils neck
Used to get high now I got 1 Peter 5:8 instead
Now that I
bitch
Yokahama 20-inch dubs on that bitch
See my Cash Money hot girl floss her shit
Ridin Uptown bumpin hot boys ya bitch
And that blue faced Rolex I
bitch
Yokahama 20-inch dubs on that bitch
See my Cash Money hot girl floss her shit
Ridin Uptown bumpin hot boys ya bitch
And that blue faced Rolex I
to welcome y'all to where I been born,
(ey Khaled spin that up dog!)
I been raised
In the County of Dade, you know?
You got them boys that pass by in
to welcome y'all to where I been born,
(ey Khaled spin that up dog!)
I been raised
In the County of Dade, you know?
You got them boys that pass by in
Girl I know you still think about me[00:15.02]Boy you know I still think about you[00:18.01]Might know a little thing about me[00:20.80]Boy you know
Love me right, keep it real
Guess that's too demanding
Could have a real one by your side
But you out here chasing panties
I take it you never
a street boy, sing like a sweet boy
Yeah little nigga, I do what I like
Look, I am the problem, #PROBLEM
If you want a problem, 079 me
You are not
Like it's just another theatre composition
Happy little boys on an innocence stealing
But they don't know the reason or the meaning
Behind this puppeteer
started by the kitchen
Lifetime of hard work shit was gone in twenty minutes
I'm a menace I'm built different what I learned
Respect isn't given hell nah
Working my wood, through my city
Breaking boys off, every night and day
And I never got, one minute of sleep
Cause I ball and say fuck, what them
to nothing
I beat up the beat fill it up like Im cumming
And beat up the box like a drummer boy drumming
Yea now tell me who run it
Need all the guap 20
It’s Nice outside by the streetlight
Had a couple paths
But you know I chose the street life
Move a couple packs
Show you how to flip a P like
I
A 20 minute song
It's not actually 20 minutes
Duey! put on something creative
Duey, you're so fucking dirty, hehehe
Oh boy
Is there any way I
Carrot rope, feed my thrill,
It's time to get me off of the ground,
The wicket keeper is down
the wicked keep us down?
Hey little boy, would you
up you a little pacer
Erase a nigga no paper
Up late balling like a laker say you up little boy you a faker
Money coming in galore she trying to call
Thanks for the frankincense, thanks for the myrrh
I know that that gold don't come cheap
But hey little drummer boy please keep it down
Can't you see that
to me when I'm thinking about Kennedy
I still do, what the fuck is wrong with me?
I don't got a chance, I should write a little song hit me
Drummer boy
Quick prayer
Should we do it
Yes
We take one a piece
One hour down and we're already
Broke
Coolest part about it
Was ya boys were
Stoked
Walking by Faith
24hrs
Me and A-Trak in a two-seater (skrrt, skrrt)
Fuck around and waste a whole two liter (damn)
She said, "Twenty, boy, you don't care" (You don't
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