Lyrics:
the teacher gave me stanity dreams
Giving me music like drugs and they handed me things, they shoot it up
See me on the TV, the cuties they wanna fuck
that?
Um
But I have one thing to say
Justin
How does my dick taste?
You can't cover up that shit with toothpaste
I hope that when you grab her waist
You
Ginger Rogers
(11) Jerry Lewis too: References that Dino
(Dean Martin) was teamed up with
Jerry Lewis for many years in a
Comedy act and radio show
(12)
on the beat, okay
Let a nigga ride with the heat, okay
I got bars for everybody
Feds gon' call that a RICO case
I don't give a damn what your ego say
2018 had
I'll cook anything from a ki of coke
To a gram of that boyd
Niggas scoring glocks
Like brand new Hot Boy Reeboks
On my blocks stepping 'em up
With
held back for too long
Not tryna too ahead of myself
Cause I want you to myself
I'ma selfish lil nigga, yous a beauty in them pictures
Yous a goddess in
One time for the gun shot, clap
And everyday another bomb drop, that's that
See it 'pon the T.V screen
As a baby boy dies and his mother screams
Two
put E before the D, 'cause that's all you on
You on Pac's dick (bitch), you a replica, guy
If he was still alive, you would never get by (for real)
thick
Wax on, Wax off man this thing look crisp
She can take a pounding, she my Tokyo drift
Drunk driving in the sun for fun need another sip
TV in
cream, lot of schemes
Lot of beams to make your stock drop, right on the seams
Nigga here is too hot and too much for you to touch
Better tell your man
a million pieces
A ticker tape parade high
And now you're free to fly
When that muffled sigh
Says you're barely getting by
Cut your burdens loose
leave
Too fast for the ho, high speed
On the 'Gram, do a pose for the pic
If you put on that shit, then you havin' this cheese
Give me a shot, then
I'm a nigga that's on the grind for six figures
I'm a chilla but bring me out my back I'm always splita
You kill me it really don't matter to lil
Time flies by when you're having fun
Time flies by when you're having fun
I tried to listen before
They say I too stubborn sey my sense e no common
on someone that I loved
Really he was toxic
this story should be done
If I tell too much
yo dick in my mouth
Hook
I'm In the mood for that
I'm in the mood
plans
Now it's back to grams, DAMN, ain't that somethin'
All that for frontin', what you gonna do? nothin'
So let's keep things rationalized
Everything I
back up Be the best version of self
So you never get stuck This to all of them young pups
Love thyself Can't kill a man and then ask God for help
Can't
only
Speak on that from experience
I know Loudy can speak from that too
He brought up this concept for this song
Cuz I made a beat
I was listening
signed by Mr. Alan Moore (That is a marvelous thing)
A Technics SL-1200, for you to explore
A discojellyfish in a round aquarium
A purple lightsaber,
like I'm a caterer
Shawty going hard like she mad at me
Shawty going hard like she mad at me
Shawty going hard like she mad at me
Back that ass up for
a rat
I'm on the attack with my baseball bat
That one rap brought many of us back
All through my house I set up traps
It seem like the rats have a map
This bitch not my bitch, I leveled up and went exotic
How you gon' love a nigga that ain't buyin' a Birkin for your mama
You can die today, I swear I
that fag some nice pics
They say I try too goddamn hard
No shit, I want a Grammy you damn retard
You can't be great when you settle for flea bargain
things
Yep, the struggle in between a
Couple of Krispy Kremes
I have to ask if you could
Pass that half in half
To get my coffee back on track
Big ups
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