Lyrics:
the produce isle
And if that doggy wants to bark at me he's gonna get it
I'll bash his little doggy skull and then I'll probably skin it
Cuz I'm a nice guy
Yeah
my line
If they tryna get high, they gone spit my rhymes
Having em all on my phone, tryna make songs
Ask what to condone, cause holmes, that guy I'm
and girls...all the people out there that bought that, I mean puuhh, got it to number seven. And
also it was one of the favourites of you guys the fans, when we
nonstop
Soon as me done he love struck
He want me to whine pon di buddy nonstop
Love how my body whine up
I swear he got me doing things that I would never
hiking
Might just be a bitch I need
(Nah nah nah I can't say that with a straight face)
None of y'all ain't even right then
Step to me I'll take my knife
Miami's the crib, like it or not, that's what it is.
Wow I'm makin' the crib.
Y'all like strippers when they makin' it rain.
Y'all fightin' for tips
Life is a book that we study
Some of its leaves bring a sigh
There it was written by a buddy
That we must part, you and I
Nights are long since
Jayda Killed It
All this cash on me
Hear the money counter go beep
She ain't gon fuck for free
Buddy gon pay that fee
Brought that back to me
Going
But I never really lie
And I guess I gotta tell you that
I'm really not the right guy
Tho try guy
I won't let you breathe
I'm the really wouldn't mind
a glimpse of me because they know I am that guy
I pull up to the left
Then I slide to the right
Take yo girl from yo side
I got them fist
I got them knees
that important
Niggas better watch that
Or get turned to an opp pack
Hollows might follow land straight where you're top at
When I was down bad
Y'all
Yeah buddy i got a cold and all that shit
Show you how hard I work
I really, I really go in man
This is from the heart, this is from the soul
Hahaha
Step right up, step right up, step right up
Everyone's a winner, bargains galore
That's right, you too can be the proud owner
Of the quality goes
Step right up, step right up, step right up
Everyone's a winner, bargains galore
That's right, you too can be the proud owner
Of the quality goes
that's not a lot
I've been a sweetie all year
Santa buddy, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa buddy, one thing that I really do need
The deed
Like land mines, all set to explode
Microphonists, all set to unload
Zone watch, that means watch the zone
I'm in a temple with a million dead MC
leaning in a dark gray infinity truck
We exchange bucks thats my lil bra
When the plug pass by we always double up
Heavy on da drink light on the sprite
it's at!
My driver knows,
My driver knows,
That I always act my best.
Act my best.
Yeah, that’s right, I always act my best!
Where are my buddies?
My
before I took the fall
You can't judge a guy just by his looks at all
He couldn't kiss at all
From the jump he had it going on
I knew he had
gotta get myselfright.
So then I go in, and I leave, you know, that message,
After going through all that
Bull, I was like, all right,
Left a message.
gotcha
Alright, Finnegan again, you're the final guy on this thing
Let's end off on a fire ass note right now
Yer, Roan, what's going on, buddy
Do you
(Close!)
So very, very close! (Close!)
Aaw, baby, you're close! (Close!)
So close!
But no cigar!
Missed it by that much! (No cigar!)
Ah, yeah! Ah, right
unleashed
I ain't yo pal, buddy, and you ain't my buddy, guy
I know some loud dummies, that always be running by
'Casue I used to stack Funyuns
But now I just
Please, obey that, don't delay that
My lil' wild eye, been a shy guy all of my life, we should change that
Pull up the Maybach and bend your leg back
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