Lyrics:
No smoking in the house, no smoking in the house
There's no smoking in the house
So would you please put it out
Check it out, yo
I'm a animal,
I own a mansion, but live in a house
A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch
I'm Mr. Brightside, glass is half full
But my tank is half empty,
nosebleed
Ogre style as I mosey over to the frozen aisle
By the frozen yogurt this guy approached me
Embarrassed, I just did Comerica with Hova
The show's
ain't by my side
With this crazy, crazy world
Thank God I'm with my girl
To the one girl guys who claim they don't need more
Like my nigga Henry, he
thank you for
Understanding
To my night house fam you guys are te best Dayo oyedele, Bachelor Boy
Swagger 13 you guys are just mad crazy
To all
The act of makin love...is...
[REFRAIN]
pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings
pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by
fascinated by the game
I bugged out
They raised twenty-five cent prices
For my video games
Mortal Kombat time for no contract
Back to the Future no one told
to checkpoint now I'm past the border
tell my guy alemar to play some more
Fat money cause we in the mix
I got that white girl and that stinky bitch
Better ryders
all this falsified love
I’m a loaner it gets lonely for ya boy
By myself for many days paranoid hearing noise
Can’t be sober mix the pills with dro
Take
of mine (yeah)
No rest contest, contract to sign
By blood, I'm in this squad for life
Air out my windpipes, and I just chime
I'm the reason you guys won't
gotta shrug it off, and let it go by.
you gotta let the bitches know that you a bad guy.
[VERSE 2]
On twitter you're bickering, in real life you're
What you know bout "PBS" cause you ain't never had no cable
Eating on the floor cause you ain't never had a table
Can't get in the house so now you
nigga, not the other guy
I just been dicking her down, trapping it out
Cook at her house
We used to sleep on the floor
Share the bed or sleep on the couch
Niggas fakin
On the guys, these niggas hatin
Uh, I need me a break
But shit, I can't be chillin
Thought by now, I have a million
Can't stop chasin
Say I'm
like cartoons, southern cities with large moons
Faith healers, ex-female drug dealers and art booms
Apologize for my weird mix
What taste like hot
and screaming my name, but I don't look down
Hi guys, remember me? I'm the white guy everybody wanted to cancel, nice try
Too sick, I might die right, two
known at the time for hits from Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam and they had this massive hit by the Backstreet Boys, All I Have To Give. Every so often I rip him
my mama’s house
Tryna stack my digits
Till the numbers are too long to count
This still watered down
Bout all the shit that I can’t talk about
Wound
contest, contract to sign
By blood, I'm in this squad for life
Hear about out my windpipes, and I just chime
I'm the reason you guys won't say that line
Way too sober where the coca
I don't mix my liq with soda
Smoking green just like I'm Yoda
Yeah bitch mi vida loca
Alright where do I begin
First
Guffy needs to be deleted, that shit cannot be completed.
Boys on crocs did not meet it, i bet you guys feel defeated.
Your beats needa be treated,
woes
TY and Scalez, 2 real guys who never told
To buy each of them a house is my goal
Guys are trying to set on me, I aint even involved
3 on 1
mum's house, now, they're invadin' my business
While I'm still gettin' chased by these dirty little girls that never had a job
And think they're worth
Bricks
Got Guys
Toting Them Sticks
(Toting Them Sticks)
Still in the Mix
Got cocaine
On them ships
(Coco)
Mazha
Drop Top My Mercedes
Space Coupe Space
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