Lyrics:
Kick it like soccer
Got 'em sick call a doctor
Come in a flock like Waka
Not with the drama
Poke her face Lady Gaga
Rolling eighths of that zaza
have slept for quite some time)
So who's left? Lady Gaga? Mess with the Bieber?
Nah, F with Christina
I ain't f- with either Jessica neither
(Welcome back to the land of the living, my friend
You have slept for quite some time)
So who's left? Lady Gaga? Mess with the Bieber?
Nah, F with
said what up doc then danced on my disco stick
Lady went Gaga poker face ain't give ain't shit
A star is born they gon kill in sin city quick
Put pep
a nigga like me, With a squad like this
Where the team so strong, and the flow so cold,
Ain't nothin' but some bad bitches in my clique
Whats up Eastside?
a nigga like me, With a squad like this
Where the team so strong, and the flow so cold,
Ain't nothin' but some bad bitches in my clique
Whats up Eastside?
a nigga like me, With a squad like this
Where the team so strong, and the flow so cold,
Ain't nothin' but some bad bitches in my clique
Whats up Eastside?
a nigga like me, With a squad like this
Where the team so strong, and the flow so cold,
Ain't nothin' but some bad bitches in my clique
Whats up Eastside?
a nigga like me, With a squad like this
Where the team so strong, and the flow so cold,
Ain't nothin' but some bad bitches in my clique
Whats up Eastside?
my clique
Wassup Eastside?
We in this bitch
They think they seein' me, but they ain't seen shit
Girls on the pole, yeah they make me rich
Girls
touchin' more diesel than Shaq old lady boy
You did it I done it I get I punish
The shit that I come wit'll separate a rib from a stomach
I'm the boss
Hello mama (mama) i can see that you fly but
I can take you higher (higher)
I for like make you be my Lady cause you Gaga
With the way you dey burst
Take it Mahmoud
Body Fuzion lady
(It ain't over)
We put our junk in so many places
(Like where)
Each other's mothers and these floral vases
(For
Don dadda top shotta
Every stage kilt rowdy rod piper
Big poppa big casa
Beat me na na na na silk shocker
My lady Gaga lip locker
My rank Mr lover
work on a miracle
Death to thoughts of the cynical
Doubts of reachin’ the pinnacle
Manhattan keep on makin' it
Queens get the money, but
Brooklyn keep
...Little boy can't seem to find your place now
...All your funny friends, the ones who have shitty jobs
[El-P]
Sometime in NY, perhaps in
Mercedes[00:30.02]To put a bitch over money must be a special lady[00:32.43]That aint the way Nigga[00:33.32]Couldn't do it if you payed me[00:34.91]I'm not
touchin' more diesel than Shaq old lady boy
You did it I done it I get I punish
The shit that I come wit'll separate a rib from a stomach
I'm the boss
you gotta go lie
No need to hide baby boy, Im by your side
But let me say, the whole clique know that you gay
But take your time cus the world is sick
But let me say don't like you gotta go lie
No need to hide baby boy, Im by your side
But let me say, the whole clique know that you gay
But take your
buggin', we mobbin' with the goons
We hit the town hard, fuckin' with the ladies
Bottles of viva clique, puffin' on the hazy
It's all deja vu seen it all
musical adventure that is so off the charts, clearly the antithesis of pop culture, a delirious soundtrack to spook your unfriendly, square Lady Gaga
feat. Boss Lady
You went and bought that bitch
Flossed that bitch
But you lost that bitch
Cuz we tossed that bitch
Bought that bitch
Flossed that
with chopper daily
Pupils dilated like I'm Sada Baby
Nozzle on that gun larger than the one on that Gaga lady
Play with my time like I'm a playful don
.jpg/220px-Lady_Gaga_at_Joe_Biden's_inauguration_(cropped).jpg "Lady Gaga")
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