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Bill Graham presents, "Live at the Fillmore"
And after the encore, they ask for more
Fuck the IRS, I roll with I-R-I-S
'Science the best, so
money so I neva go broke I can't go, oh no no
I said these girls just wanna get f*****
Well maybe I do, yes I do
I'm chillin smokin by the pool
Wit BBM
on the bill at two
Then the party starts at about half past one
I'm a grime MC and I won't change
Doing it again, doing it my own way
I'm a grime MC and I
style
So whatchu won' do
You private it can just be us two
If you got friends
Then bring your crew
You know how to keep a secret
Me too
I wont tell no one
Can't sleep so I lay awake
And think of the good times from back in the day
Them late nights with the crew by by side
We was to fucking high
someone we hated
He always caused fights at the comedy night at The Big Fish
So we veered off trail to avoid him
We had to run by giant bees which may
the shit about me
Don't even know shit about me
Talk is cheap, so they afford it still
They wanna eat off Chippy's plate but
They can't afford the bill
sucked. so if you don't know what it's like
To get your dick sucked, well then just dream.
H-e-a-d
I need a doctor just for me
To suck my dick, like a vet
to lecterns
W serves as the first repetition
H lines and curves take second position
A plays the third
The fourth brings the T
So hit two times so you get
ain't all it's cracked up to be
The hover craft's cool but the air's so putrid
You can tell by the stench in the air
Blood's on the ground,
Bout to do the damn thing you know
1, 2, it's live
I'm about to take these boys back to the dirty
Back to the mud
Some of these old country ass
on mine, Mr. D.A., someone to lace ya dime.
And tell P.H. that the camera job, come on, that's a waste of mine.
'Cause I got my girl Curry, live in D.C.,
I saw it coming, I was aware from earlier
This crew's watching me, they all envy
It's cool, keep watching me i will burn ya
I'm just tryna live but
inside
In the lab like I'm Bill Nye
New Bentley with the frog eyes
I been chasing after dead guys
Get my jewels up
Live like Jesus
Ice on me like
judge ge me di yard
Run up X amount a bills pon yuh Platinum Card
Throw a tantrum,
Wid me nose a run inna court
So me get to know how to live nice off
on vacation
Fine freak with thongs on whup me every week
Panties in service the big two's make her nervous
Hey Boo here's lollipops I'm a give em
I’ll change, I’ll change for the better
Pick any day, Sunday through Sunday, Sun up to sun down,
It’s hard to live by the, rules of the town when you’re
(gots to have it, eh-heh)
For the love of money (dollar bills ya'll)
For the love of money (really need it, yeah)
Verse Two: Charli Baltimore
Yo yo yo,
rock
Well, so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it
somethin' make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin'
Our music keeps you movin' what are you provin'?
You know that I'm two
Francis, M to the iz-H phenomenal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp
strap in drawers, ready for war, push up
On the side of your Ford Explorer and start dumpin' through the doors
We realers, with so much scrilla can you
hang it up
Go somewhere and hang up some 50 posters, PUNK
You speak too late, y'all prolly gon' go up to them awards
and get yo' ass whooped by B2K
I
(gots to have it, eh-heh)
For the love of money (dollar bills ya'll)
For the love of money (really need it, yeah)
Verse Two: Charli Baltimore
Yo yo yo,
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