Lyrics:
Full of your (12 times)
Till you’ve grown board of feeding me (3 times)
Full of your full
It’s all about (3 times)
Sleazing squeezing shutting
The people that doubt me
Are the same people that know nothing about me
This rap shit In my city would be nothing without me
All of y'all can take
paparazzi takin pictures man
Catch me on the line at 3-1-0 I'm fixin to get em man
Curren$y got plenty money to stack up
Play with me or my crew and we'll
Splatter,
You are phobia and gorgeous
Every time you text me from a phone range or something
You pick up and I see you I've been thinkin' about all day
I
to the brothers
Smile, you little human, smile, for you're sane.
By the way, what's sanity? They don't care about it.
In fact, they worry about nothing. They
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
gonna tell you
About the three happiest days of my
Life the first one was the day I
Married your Mom we were very
Young then and your Mom was so so
KWIRK
Captain?s log; Stardate: 3.142857--Aw, forget about it! This is Captain Kwirk on the Starship Intercourse. Thrusting its way through space,
it every damn day
This ain't that dude that they thought of
I'm bringing that product
Till I'm reach about 2 to 3 commas
A House in Bahamas,
Yeah
Tipz Wav£Y
Huh
Listen
Look
Look
04 Plate cause my ps are low
10 Years I'll have the whip with the ceiling glow
They wanna see my go, they wanna
think about you
I put my orange coat on side by side
Be back by two
Just look out here like
What do I do?
I get 1, 2, 3, 4, 5...
Carriages and I'm still
ain't about who straight, who real, who fake, and who gay
It's about who pray
[Verse Three: Kalage]
All I know is charge cards, cars, and clothes
Music and the music
Do it all day for my people
All day and we use it
Hey, put your hands up to the ceiling
Scream loud homeboy if ya get the feeling
Hey,
and all-American men were like Hemingway to the days of the wondrous ?B? movie. The producer underwritten by all the millionaires necessary will be Casper ?The
forget the Jungle Beez, yo, they nonstop
Tell you a little something about self (tell 'em, son)
I be a piece of the East coast, so give a toast
Cheech and Chong did it
Just take 3 beats to think about it
Grab a bong and rip it, and when I come back
You'll see the difference that this stanky dank
kick it on the weekend so we can
Just stack our bottles to the ceiling no feelings
Not looking for a wolf in sheep skin no fleece man
You got your
known
That way is down road that most people don't go
It's all about the work
And the rules you chose
If it's something you want
Why the fuck you stay
The tub
And filling it up
You had a long day
Hey I love you
I asked my mom if she needed anything from the store
So we can walk and talk all by ourselves
heels skrtt pull up just hop in the whip let me Hear about your day how you been got me feeling like drake I don’t do new friends
And you know I really
love money they say
But then drop a song how they love money the next day
I'm not saying don't get paid
But don't be bugging, get poisoned by the raid
I
I feel the Aryan in my blood, it's scarier than a Blood
Been looking for holy water, now I'm praying for a flood
It feel like time passing me by
forget the Jungle Beez, yo, they nonstop
Tell you a little something about self (tell 'em, son)
I be a piece of the East coast, so give a toast
million in probabilities
To make it abundantly on this rap scene
Mad streams, raking my money
Up to the ceiling, I reveal it, it's appealing to me
Everybody
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