Lyrics:
a fuckin' sandwich
Osama Impression bro, fuck you William
And fuck your fat whore
Bitch, you can suck my balls
I fuck you by force
Donald Trump Impression
Coachella, i
Got a tour comin' up, I don't
Really have time but, fuck it
I gotta figure it out
Cole Alexander adding his vocals to DEATHCAMP
Tyler recording
Yes, he made the album of 2012
(Just ask him
He'll tell you) But that was just the
Second biggest moment of Frank Ocean's year
Here, while wearing
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
your kids and hug your wife
And what not yo i spar with a dragon
He tried to throw a flame but I ducked
Then I stabbed him and came
Out the battle
Daddy Fat Sax, G pretty D, are they same, boo
But I'm backed by the Dungeon Family, so you can go 'head wit' all that stabbin' me
'Cause I will jab
Boi, Daddy Fat Sax, G pretty D, are they same, boo
But I'm backed by the Dungeon Family, so you can go 'head wit' all that stabbin' me
'Cuz I will jab
California, here we come!
Tell the cats in my alley to find a new dish
I'm California-bound!
Tell my trumpet-hatin' neighbors they're getting their wish
what misfortune brought you here?I'm in search of my true lover whom you have pressed the other year.Well, said the captain, My dear lady, tell to me
Well, it's of a bold reporter whose story I will tell
He went down to the Cuban land, the nearest place to hell
He'd been there many times before,
Well, it's of a bold reporter whose story I will tell
He went down to the Cuban land, the nearest place to hell
He'd been there many times before,
Ghosts and lies
They haunt me wherever I go
So you say
That the pain of love will pass away
So you say
So you say
(Sax solo)
Before goodbye
I
all that counts to me
But what it amouts to be
Is who will look out for me
(If I) didn't turn out to be
A gee, laced with game essential
I'm tryin
and I'mma keep on saying
All the shit I should be hung for, and probably killed for saying
And I probably will, but not until the day I pop a pill again
Is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters
By the time you hear this I will have already spiraled up
I would never do nothing to let you
bitches, my niggas trust my senses
And I will take a dasher as the Lord is my witness
And you all have witnessed, but I am not finished
So keep your mouth
bitches, my niggas trust my senses
And I will take a dasher as the Lord is my witness
And you all have witnessed, but I am not finished
So keep your mouth
on wheels, you can tell that I'm so real
Cause I come through with the beard
You think it's weird
But it's all clear by the whole show
The AMC, check it out,
Your friends just gave me grief
I will make this brief
You were such a lousy thief
You were such a lousy thief
But you were good in bed
You were good in
My baby, she may not look
Like one of those bunnies out of the Playboy book
Well, I'm sorry bout that, Mr. Williams
But she's got something,
they tell you what to do when they ain't in your positions
Never said I'm perfect in this life I made some bad decisions
But who didn't
Won't let my
name
But not you're
Now, I just fell in love
Just left my soul
I Will find a new way, to
Know the universe say
I need just one day
I need your sun rays
I
Fill my lungs with air
Make me feel harmonies everywhere
Trust me I don't care
That this technique will make you stop and stare
Bass you take it low
patterned
To be fair we don't go Hatton
We don't tell lies
I think the kids call it no cappin'
The boys rough but the flows satin
I J Hus'tle and I
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