Lyrics:
you loose)
Give you a boost
(Give you a boost)
And I wrap you by the lips and make you move
Because I'm freakin' you, baby, drivin' you crazy
all day walked her home feel like I'm walking in heaven
Swear I never fall for you that's my
Players confession the crazy part about the thing called
Run that by me one more time
To make sure that I heard you right
I hope you don't expect me to believe that line
I might be crazy, but I ain't
get rep to it
You get by on record but you wack on stage
So I'm blowing you up throwing hand grenades
[Parrish Smith]
That's why we roll
interject
If you move too quick, I might take it as a threat
I'm consistent, I'm persistent
Got to get it, bitch, I risk it
Time to hit them big licks
(For real)
'Cause, well, the world's a crazy place but I'm glad to be alive
Got a smile on my face and my homies by my side
I feel reanimated, I feel
(Hell yea) she even take it in the butt
Fuck for 'bout a hour, now she want a golden shower
You didn't know that we be pissin on hoes, bitch (BEOTCH)
but this EP's my child now
So if you don't fuck with me and see me in the streets
You better watch out for my big team, we're wild now
We got some
In this man's world, so much for Women's Lib
New York New York big city of dreams
But everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
With no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
even notice that I'm missing when I fall back
I'll give it to you, first day you had me blushing
We had all the time in the world, why we rush it
I'll
on the back of the truck
And get a crazy rush when I get to wrappin' them up
No fingerprints, bought a fresh package of gloves
I'm blowin' bud in the club,
pumped like twelve gauges (come on)
I'm so weeded (how weeded are you?)
I'm so weeded, I can freestyle for sixteen bars
Right off the top, then go
I'm not gunna pull this off man without signing the dots
This is too sensible for me man
How you gunna have a dream come true ?
[verse 1]
I used
I'm young with a broad mind
My star big too big awan shine
No rush no rush for the wrong line
Hold on bibiaa b3y3 fine
I'm young with a broad mind
My
It's exciting to rush the bank you see
I got bitches that bust down and dance for me
I got niggas who tryna throw hands wimme
I got plans wimme
Somebody
big so
Still that ain't no way to be talking to your kids though
I can't believe the way you call it
Gotta believe in him, and dissing her own
if I pull out some heat, nigga, you gon' kick in (kick in)
And that's just the rules set by the fool from the old school
When it's time to duel, you
em, ain't use no triggers
Got life in jail and now I sit here while they say
Man you fucked up big time
I don't understand your mind you fucked up big
up But I can pipe up
We can live it up
Counting all the stars
Living in the rush
Big time rush
You big crush
Imma big crush
Feel it in ya gut
I'ma
I get into all that
Girl I perform for you, like a pornostar
Till you had enough then I just need a lil' bit more
New music new mood new position
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
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