Lyrics:
this ain't the squash beef state
You thinkin' make up, we thinkin' Lark Voorhies face
The twin Eagle'll air his coupe, might as well ride by in
charger but she ain't pain (but she ain't in pain)
So I press on the gas a 'lil more for the gain (for the love of the game)
I go by the code so I can't say
Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
on the dummy who got spayed by us
She wanna fuck put my dick in her tummy
That pussy is wetter and dripping it's runny
Whinnie the Pooh cause I'm chasing
Remove the blood clot from the brain of hip hop
The name remains in tip-top shape
I'm still the back rapper scapegoat in the aim of their hate
I came in
diving in Bays at Montego
I find gold links and snatch 'em like I'm Deebo
But I'm the light-skinned version of Mandingo
I've seen more Beatles
Don't let them days gon' pass you by
Don't let them days gon' pass you by
Don't let them days gon' pass you by
Cause them days go by in the blink
of old me
Forever hot headed but never got cold feet
Got up in the game won't look back at my old seats
Clique so deep we take up the whole street
I
play the band like a Beatle
Under her skin like a needle
Slimy, I slip on yo daughter
That bitch, I flip like a quarter
I Hop out in fresh out
gold
And maybe get rich, hol' up
Trinidad Jame$ in four weeks but now my album platinum and shit, so what?
Y'all keep the numbers
I'm more than
man we The Beatles we don't need a front man
We not with the bull we picked that role (Roll) right from the jump, man (Jumpman)
Yeah we leaving lines in
Ten number one albums in a row
Who better than me?
Only the Beatles nobody ahead of me
I crush Elvis in his blue suede shoes
Made the rolling stones
Oh, baby, you don't get turned on by the radio
Oh, baby, you got nothing to play on your stereo
"Why don't the Beatles get back together?"
"Why
Yo yo
Sit back, toss dice in a knick trap,
Serve big crack in white T's and fitted caps,
These sick reps, this my life you just spit raps,
I been
you'll be having my seed
Back in the day it was you and me
Man this shit so crazy
Can't keep fucking with you on the side
Watch you go home, then play
could've sang Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da together and taught their children songs by the Beatles
And I cant imagine that the guy that wrote Imagine would've been
cathedrals
Pack of zig-zags hand on a spliff like a baton
Break a bitch back family are fans of my songs
Like a tic-tac taking them one by one until they're
Yo
(Uh huh)
Yeah, (ay yo), yeah
Chamber Music, fuckin' the party up in (yo)
Come on! You know what it is
(Thou must bust shots all the time,
But, my fist up, rock star sign
Guitars just broke, in my mind
Was packing up, I might get by
Talking bout luck, on my side oh
Take a walk in my
you subcribe
My true intent be To legit
And who can find
The truth inside
The absolute
You can't deny
Look at the devil
He can't look back in my eyes
of the siamese
Twins in we're back in the nineties
Back to a time that's divided
By Batman, Mad Max and Macgyver
But remind us, why would I wanna go
Back
punk regarding alien beings
Releasing info so they could be seen
Or not to be seen back in 2019
Tired of me tired of UAPs?
Turn me off and put
Les get freaky by the beaches
Yeah we dance till the sun is at its peak yeah
White bitch pourin' White Claw by the liter
Yeah the hottest in
the microphone and I make a motherfucker lose it
And I make niggas jump and I back niggas up
She in the back of the truck
Lil' mommy wanna fuck and she really
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