Lyrics:
payday
All of a sudden Dr. Dre is the G Thang
But on his old album cover he was a she-thang
So nigga please, nigga please, don't step to deez
payday
All of a sudden Dr. Dre is the G Thang
But on his old album cover he was a she-thang
So nigga please, nigga please, don't step to deez
but will they open up for me
Still a lot of questions in these journal entries
We say we aren't defined by our mistakes
But as cancel culture states,
I sit down and study the greats, way before my pen hits the pape
Now I am rockin' that Louis with the Fendi and Bape
I'm talkin' my shit, I'm Will
who's playin'
This new album produced by Swizz Beats, Pharrell, and Timbaland
Correction again, this album is executive produced by the Dragon, Pharrell
finden den Shit nicht witzig."
Fick dich, Bitch - chill, Bitch, Mann, alles hier killt mich
Außerdem bin ich nicht Deutschlands Will Smith
Ich will's
No one ever do it like me when I say shit
Rap so good I think of giving up my day shift
Dropped my last album that shit was for the ages
So now I
Waffenlauf
Und die Szene geht in Flammen auf wie 'n Drachenmaul (Apocalyptic)
Lilane zählen, will nur Lilane zählen
Ich schwöre, niemals im Leben Peace mit
Smith
Who may have deflowered my west indies
Now Homer Simpson my John Huey!
Lewis Clark my morning news!
Marcellus Wallace my alopecia!
Then Will Smith
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got
smack like a will Smith think piece
He be the greatest since Daedalus
The latest hits coming from Q with the Bronze made assist
You niggas cornier than
And it go a little something like this
Hit it
Been tryna claim things I haven't earned, honest, man
Stz and Spenny Almost is on this jam
What kid?
the grass
Rats and scalywags in the bushes
They still ain't on the album, no matter what button saques pushes
Y'all niggas on some bullshit
I'm on point like
the funkadelic relic
(bring in the funk baby, bring it in, bring it)
James Todd Smith and nine years old
When Sugarhill was in control
I'm listenin'
just want to spit man I don't need this grief
[VERSE TWO]
[HOST]
I mean you got Will smith and jada Beck's and posh,
J-low and Ben aflet, 50 and vivica
will hit you, boy
Your nobody so no one will miss you
Queens start to kickin' it's too
Much to get through
Leave a nigga leakin' like an Indian ritual
and grilling
If you really got a problem then fuck however you feeling
Wake up in the morning, hit my phone like hello
Rare, Smithsonian, Smith like Willow
Real
their Remington
The youth of Kingston
Won't leave their Magnum
pistol pistol
Poor Jill she was a spill
she got hit by a stray shot
their Remington
The youth of Kingston
Won't leave their Magnum
pistol pistol
Poor Jill she was a spill
she got hit by a stray shot
As God as my witness, this Will Smith spit real shit
I'mma be that, CG busy gettin', where the weed at?
Bought your girl some new kneepads
You're
records than Will Smith
Can't call this a comeback, I run rap, the fuck is y'all sayin?
Five million I done that, and I come back, to do it again (uh-huh)
the East coast fuck took it from me
Fourth album still Jay still spittin that real shit
Volume 3 still sold more records than Will Smith
Can't call this
records than Will Smith
Can't call this a comeback, I run rap, the fuck is y'all sayin?
Five million I done that, and I come back, to do it again (uh-huh)
the shooting
Cops heard the shots, shit's hot 'cause they're pursuing
But it's my stomping groung where herds get blown down
Think I'm gettin caught by
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