Lyrics:
dastardly beating them
Claim they larger than life but they barely fit a medium
These rappers coming quick in the game as they be leaving it
They ask me if I
Hey
Stack them bitches up like Lego blocks
I felt just like Lil Wayne I got stopped by a lady cop
I told her it's not hard for me to rap
So I get
list (facts)
EP on the Grammy's (yup)
Our life is looking gorgeous (let's go)
Films premiere at Sundance, flying cross the globe
All it took is one
at the gate tomorrow is his birthday
one more day and he gets older
Fourteen is his age he holds a book with blank pages
got no bills nothing to pay
life’s
see the future and I see the light
I see the God in you I see life in you still exuberant
Hasn't been raped with lack of lubricant
In the language
Um Wayne's World
I'm the cashier I change girls
You can go up my crane girl
And I'm a go down that drain girl
Hey ah midnight cowboy
My flow's
Um Wayne's World
I'm the cashier I change girls
You can go up my crane girl
And I'm a go down that drain girl
Hey ah midnight cowboy
My flow's
In the G by myself
Questionin’ myself
What is my life
What am I doin’
Am I livin’ right
Are my dreams worth pursuin’
Gotta reach them heights
Book
in a slow cooker
The no need for a hook type, never shook type
I don't do it by the book type
The better watch where you look type
You know the type so
wake up stretch my feet and wings
My life has no deleted scenes
I pop pop pop and leave the scene
Leave the scene Noxzema clean
Sippin' on that lean
for this shit are ya mad?
No way am I getting bumped by a bum
So listen close here imma say this once
You could never ever try take man for a cunt
Take
feelings, I feel like I play for the Saints
I just wanna hurt you, aim for the skanks
Then aim for all these fake Kanyes, Jays, Waynes and the Drakes
I
feelings, I feel like I play for the Saints
I just wanna hurt you, aim for the skanks
Then aim for all these fake Kanyes, Jays, Waynes and the Drakes
I
Welcome to Barzinho's
And this right here is what you call bars
This that boom bat-man bruce wayne shit
This that real shit
Fuck the lame shit
I be
to get it by my lonely
Windows tinted like I'm Bruce Wayne
They gon say me Mr. Owe me
Fell in love with getting money, nah
They gon' say me Mr. Owe me
like wayne shorter, recognize ones uplifting culture
Supanova flyin like comets headed to nova scotia]
Leading a new school and head of this generation
like wayne shorter, recognize ones uplifting culture
Supanova flyin like comets headed to nova scotia]
Leading a new school and head of this generation
had hair like wool, like Wayne
Dropping ashes in the bible
I shake em out and they fall on the rifle
Scary, Hail Mary no tale fairy
All real very,
had hair like wool, like Wayne
Dropping ashes in the bible
I shake em out and they fall on the rifle
Scary, Hail Mary no tale fairy
All real very,
had hair like wool, like Wayne
Dropping ashes in the bible
I shake em out and they fall on the rifle
Scary, Hail Mary no tale fairy
All real very,
Have you ever questioned what your future beckons to be
Well I've thought about it
Life is a bitch so I put my mind to the test
Is there a way
Let me watch by the fire and remember my days
And it may be a trick of the firelight
But the flickering pages that trouble my sight
Is a book I
the words up on the page
Go through motions day by day
Expect me to never be paid
I'm tired now I rest my case
Close the book, burn the page
Let the ashes
all chill with a spliff drop off to sleep
I like these hash brownies like you're from the goonies like wayne rooney with a lost hairline cross his
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