Lyrics:
Tommy Hil' rockin' ice niggas
Tommy Hil' rockin' niggas who fuck-
Mira, aprende
Take a one on one to this shit, y'all (yeah)
Get your nostrils
what's your name
Said "I go by the name of Lois Lane"
And you could be my boyfriend you surely can
Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman
I said
as Dino (Flintstone)
Shootin' dice with my ninety-five year old grandma at the casino (ball)
Countin' a half a ticket by hand, wit' my Mexican homeboy
the softest part of my belly
Without a word spoken
There amidst the trees
Just the pine air and your fingers on my ribs
And like a piano teacher
I'd guide
Face the serpent, I blaze your person, you get laced for certain
Leavin' Jakes no trace to work from, close the case like curtains
I'm hurtin' heads
Stop stop in your glory
Don’t go don’t snap my heart in half
You wanna own it?
Your request, my pleasure
Hold it
I will drive you crazy
Every
Stop stop in your glory
Don’t go don’t snap my heart in half
You wanna own it?
Your request, my pleasure
Hold it
I will drive you crazy
Every
tasteful and dope like art done by Owen
Acab fasho yall
Believe in it
These pigs gon kill yo brothers n sisters American dream is it?
Ponder that last line
went, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
It ain't my fault your ass is on the asphalt ('phalt)
Got your chin touched by my fam who though you brought harm, you see
by gold diggers (uh)
Rockin' Bejor denims, wit gold zippers (c'mon)
Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin' Cristals
Freakin' the three-quarter
with the flu tho
Y'all just Menudo
Your girl give me kudos
Fuck all you haters you don't want that smoke
Half of you fake and you actors you jokes
Surrounded by fake niggas and fake bitches
Tryna' get in my ear
What about gold diggers? yeah, all them
You Tryna get them some gig
Give me coochie from
the deception
They war is decided by the one who has the funs
After 500 of oppression
Your still ah fall for the deception
So divided you can’t make demands
executive on the set
While Wes is dropping the jaws
A guy sunk his in your leg
I'll keep Owen by my side
Even when the show's over
You thought you were hot
Around here
Try bleach up your heart around here
Jungle say the pressure it is on
And the knocking out there going on
You could have pray to jake from
It's old love, I could see the eyes up above
watchin, waitin for me to slip
lose grip, opposition got me on their list
I get freshed by Jase
he threw
reputation bolder?
(Keep this goin') I need to re-stitch up my better half
(Leave me scorned) My desire for balance is Etterath
My strength building like
divine prophet
See through the sea of false prophets, I part it
Split dynasties in half, the last Jedi
See through your mind tricks when I speak the truth
the caterpillar
Don't tell me when I'm supposed to rap until
Especially when your favorite rapper isn't even half as ill
A savage still, the tracks a banana
your eyes I swear I'll stay by your side
Fuck the fame
Please just say my name
All the pain hits harder than rain
All the pain hits harder than rain
tight i'm gripping
That trigger finger itching, uhh
It goes... uh huh
It goes down in the south
The 12 gauge in the house
The sharp blades in the house
said it by mistake
My t-shirts make more money than your mixtape
I tell a boy Boy Better
Know it’s money making season
I book a flight to New York for no
gloves on
Rented cars, fronting on winning broads
Gum slow, half moon, leather pants, Avia' days
Keep your hands off my blunt and my waves
Beneton,
kid, Polo Rugs on with gloves on
Rented cars, fronting on winning broads
Gum slow, half moon, leather pants, Avia' days
Keep your hands off my blunt
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