Lyrics:
while we're killin' some booze
We're gonna kick it like the kids did in 1972
So will it just be me and you
Playing air drums with The Who's Keith Moon
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Bitch, I'm silly
Up the chopper, shoot your shit up, let's get busy
Drinkin' Henny, goin' brazy, poppin'
us
Want to hand me my beer
You were crazy good
Yeah
Which was inspired negatively, by a book
Who's going to come up next
Thanks to Shillelagh Tavern
brain on stand-by
Cause it's the message, comin straight from the BOSS!
[Ced Gee]
Your attention please, come on, let me try this
This beat is funky --
fitted and knitted
People judge a pimp by his shoes (Biatch)
My mama wasn't a sucka and
My daddy wasn't a lame
Uh uh (Bitch) , I come from the game
I do,
the plants upon the hill and a little bit of shine
If you use what I sell don't lay me with your blame
You're like your daddy and his daddy before him, some
teenage hustlers
Street grinders, paper chasin scrapin busters
By keepin dust up noses and caine homes; pipes and cans
So they want they ride candy
I think you the baddest
And that ass is the fattest
I'm glad to be distracted, oh
I see you a lil' baddie
Girl, who's your baby daddy?
You know
a big city called
Foot Up in Your Ass
Jeepers, weepers, peepers, get snuffed
By the sneakiest
Throughout the speakers like fisticuffs
Who the fuck is this
coming in
Looking for the birthday boy who's at it again
They call him Spiderman he's swinging from above
His daddy's holding him up climbing up the wall
knife, I'm a machete
That's made by Ginsu, wait until when you
Try to front, so I can chop into
Your body, just because you try to be basing
Friday
over there?
And who's that in my chair? And what's he doing there?
Daddy, hey Daddy, can I go over there?
Hey Daddy, what is square? And where do we get
be having my baby, having my baby
Eight One Five up in this bitch
Eight One Five up in this bitch
Aye
Love it when she call me daddy
Love it when she
conspire
They couldn't call us by Toby, their venom's deep as Maguire's
Shackles had us inspired, don't crackle when you misfire
Get back when down
down
Bring your body home to daddy
Girl, I love it when you call me daddy
Baby, you're my sexy little mama
Step in my bedroom girl and we can get it
When I saw your tiny feet
Your cries sound like symphony
Rest in my lullaby
Let me hold you tight
Don't worry my child
Daddy's by your side
With
knife, I'm a machete
That's made by Ginsu, wait until when you
Try to front, so I can chop into
Your body, just because you try to be basing
Friday
live my life I'm questioned by another sacrifice
I don't know who I've been trying to be
But I know the man in the mirror is tired of me
I don't know
it's your will
I shall fulfil
Fill, Fill, Fill
Too much daddy
Too much daddy
Droppin' to my knees
Oh please
Take this cup of suffering from me
I
Aye Splash yea I pulled some gasoline up on your heart
I poured some gasoline up on your heart
I been like what's love fuck love nah you can keep
son I know you're disappointed but please try to understand
Your daddy's been awfuly busy because you see he's a very big railroad man
So you go
peepers get snuffed
By the sneakiest, throughout the speakers
Like fist to cuffs
Who the fuck is this paging me?
Oh, it's my creepy, greepy, grimy
need clothes to form Voltron
We will be who you can count on
Time to suit up. Grab your bayard, baby
I say "vol" and you say "tron"
We'll make it and be
into summary, have a lot of common similarities
You don't seem to care about the luxuries, used to be consumed by your miseries
Pop a pill, feed each
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