Lyrics:
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Beautiful scenes down by the rope swing we let it play
When I was a youngin' shit I wouldn't wanna trust it
Open discussion done got my brain
my abc’s
Once your girl hears that ka rapper
It gets itchy in her ovaries
(that ka rapper)
Ouu i can see her legs now weakening
Her couchie kind
hating
Everybody anxious
Everybody blinded by the lies that all get spread by Satan
Vision very blurry, haters in a hurry to spread more hate
belongs to the streets, I'm smearing off her Maybelline
Funny how she started off the night by hating me
I had to call her an Uber she can't do her ABC's
So
Homeboy...
What's up with 'S' - It's a constant search for drugs
Tease up da 'T' - And then you got beat up by thugs
You and 'you' - Is united we stand
police
Quick to run yo mouth
Run through yo house
Then run yo ass right out in the street
If don’t got my money or my bud Smokey
Killin' you and him
By
promo let the streets talk
Raised in the ghetto by the fellows
So he street smart
Line every other rapper up streets chalked
O.G. wit da PEN OMG
Give
on semen and he's crazy
Better believe it don't talk on my name don't speak it
If you do he might appear out of your sister's massive cleavage
By
something beautiful like singing out your ABC's
Or that time that you told me
"baby are you down for me?"
This Puerto Rican freaky
Tell me that she's
by plenty like Cole and Kenny
But, my heart's been in this
Since I first heard Benny Moré
No sé decirte " Cómo Fue" pero me enamore
Ahy castellano
today's gathering
He asked us to call him by his boogaloo name, Soap, inspired by a call of duty video Game character
So is this what you're bringing today
you with three by threes
You'll have to see bout me, hit your whole family tree
Fuck on your sister and your mother and maybe your step-auntie
I'm in
by her fuckin demeanor
You was posed be my bey I was hov wit da beeper
Girl it was Ballin is our hobby now you living cheaper
Every loss is a lesson
fighting this depression
Mama always worked for what she got
You were learning abc's while the streets taught my lesson
I don't put my feelings in a lot
I
believe you 58 you growing up on me
I can't let the time go by now
Cause I know there will be a time where I say by for now
Hope you know that you're
gettin' money but I got no time
I can tell you that this shit doesn't feel right
My homie nearly motherfuckin' died
I was barely even there right by his
this way (This way) this is the sequal
Prolly party by myself because I don't fuck with people
Marijuana with the pills, euphorical cerebral
I do it all
started crashing by
You started running with the band
Smoking more than cigarettes
Never turning down a hit
The party never seemed to end
But you realized
stunted before the growth spurt
Taught me my ABC’s to exist
Taught me my country really needs to face a cease and desist
The impression that i show
with me them niggas is my sons
I'm 'bout to get a vasectomy
Punchlines is my specialty
Ever since I learned my ABC's
Them C's couldn't F with me
I'll pop
figures
With the attitude of greatness all they teach is basics
Like a abc's and how to grow up to be racist
This world is gettin' real this is true see in
He wakes up in the morning
And laces up his boots
He goes in search of stubborn weeds
And pulls them by the roots
He loosens up the ground
Around
Put that shit on
Boy know I got drip
I'll take your hoe
And her friend on da trip
We sell a bow
Bust it down by the zip
Play with da four
I'm up off
like some shit some diapers
We be spitting facts, you just internet typers
Check the wrist
Now I know you all are kids
Reading ABC's (ay)
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