Lyrics:
purgin', we hop out Suburbans
Like Kyrie Irving by the way I'ma spin back
I feel like a waiter, these bullets I'm servin'
I pull that bitch out then I
with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by name of Lois Lane
And you could be my
'm just in the way, as the French would say
"De trop,"
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top.
You're the top! You're a Waldorf salad.
You
'm just in the way, as the French would say
"De trop,"
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top.
You're the top! You're a Waldorf salad.
You
'm just in the way, as the French would say
"De trop,"
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top.
You're the top! You're a Waldorf salad.
You
to come for me
Don't want another one night stand
I just wanna be your man
And all of you're crazy little games
They're kinda wearin' out my brain, oh
sofa up the stairs all by himself
So I, I say to him, I say "Hey, you want me to help you with that?"
And Marty, he just rolls his eyes and goes
"No,
Irving berlin
Blue skies smiling at me
Nothing but blue skies do I see
Bluebirds singing the song
Nothing but bluebirds all day long
I never saw
Gus is the cat at the theater door
His name, as I ought to have told you before
Is really Asparagus, and that's such a fuss to pronounce
That we
a plumber
Flippa!
Just want to love the QC
I know that you want to be me
You played it real but you squealed
If you got status, they call you OG
No
no she love me but her lips ain't working
Balls in her court and she move like irving
Pulled up in a rari so you know I'm swerving
Just hit an ace feel
so much you’d think the mic was a stun gun
I write poems everyday like a ritual it’s spiritual
And a way to stay lyrical incredible
The way I get
you angry)
Just tell me you're mad it's easier that way
(Are you angry
Are you angry)
Hold my hands and tell me that you
Want to be around me but I
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
by the end of day, better just say what you gotta just say
Or you best get out my fuckin' way
So whether I just gotta keep on diggin' up in dirt
Just
'm talkin' 'bout people that's
Dyin' for diamonds and the way that uh
They got uh, capa
What I want to say, monopoly over the country
And every time you say
Came together and made
This show for y’all they told me, "Ye
Do not say that out loud whatever you do
Do not say that out loud" And I
Just said it! I
'm just in the way, as the French would say
"De trop,"
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top.
You're the top! You're a Waldorf salad.
You
you
Then they figure out ways that they can try and replace you
But I am (But I am just, but I am just)
Irreplaceable
So, why even try?
Damn, what, must
Yea, yea, yea
Bitch I ball like Kyrie, Irving
Hop in the whip, speed race, swerving
My old bitch still want me but I'm curving
Say they look up
do it again
If we down by 2 I shoot the 3 you know I'm just tryin' win
Fuck the fame, I'm runnin' up digits Fat Bro I need them M's
And when it's time
to look up
Irving Berlin in the section
For sixteenth century literature
No! Fact is, friends
And I'm telling you in confidence 'cause
I know no one gonna
money, money, money, money ain't the motive
What's your name again? Nobody knows it
Don't speak to me nigga, you not important
I'm focused
They say I
saying nothing
Now you get accused of being a
Gay nigga by a gay nigga?
That's just some shit we can't mess with K
But since you claim you a baller
I
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