Lyrics:
sprawled all across the wall
And all about my dollars make me wanna holla
Drop an album, sell a million
Give a fuck about tomorrow
I know it's gettin' crazy
album is a treasure a locket
Boot him in space no talking stop it
Zoom zoom zoom
We into crystals its more than beads
I'm gonna all out ain't sayin
How freaky can you get to a long fat dick
Hella freaky like i said to a song that hit
I'm the dirty rapper Too Short, the triple X
Run up in
the album cover, Heart went cold, I got it stitched
Like between me and you, I don't know what else to do
This my second mixtape, I hope they tune into my
didn't know where my life was going
Now Fast forward 10 years to my life today
You'll see a man on the mic that's living day by day
I'm just paving
scatter, it'll make ya throw up
Then I take advantage, you can't manage
To get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up
Hit up, Ice Cube tearing shit up
Co-signed by Alchemist, stamped by Babu
Executive Produced, yours truely, got loot
It's a new day, phones still tapped
Watchin' the crew
They put out one
an album can change a nigga's life around
I got friends and bitches on my dick
But when they look at Richard all they see is Bushwick
Sometimes I don't know
as myself, ghostly individuals
You should listen to my album, and listen and listen and listen
I don't know what I'ma sell or none or that shit
I would say
settle this
No, you are not my friend, lil bitch
Don't fuck with hoes just like I'm celibate
Album of the year for the hell of it
I say, oh my, oh my, oh
track-outs
Got files backed up because I
Do not back down hit her with the dickety
Dickery flickety flickery cock
With the splickity splash and she'll pass out
They said every album gotta have it
I didn't want to believe it
I didn't even want to write it
Cause I don't even mean it
Here's a generic love song
Yeah, it's CMG the album, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?
History
You ain't never seen this many gangsters in the same squad
You never seen this
I ain't never ran never will how you feeling yo the fam know the fam know the deal
Hit the spot hit the spot just to celebrate let them hate
that I catch and I throw back
And by the way, give 50 Cent his flow back
You that cat in the club that get hit with a bottle
Fuckin' with me? You better
one-on-one
Take this dope, hit a one on one
Ain't nothing else to do, she wanna cum for fun
I'm by myself, I brung no one
Nigga, she want me like Givenchy
In
time, I want respect and cash
And a few paragraphs in them books
Tellin' you how us native tongues made hits with no hooks
Rapped in every prefixes, gave
I came up from nothing my slatt
Hit up record on the track
Ain't no one better than that
I'm back to makin' my stacks
Eat up a beat like a snack
you've been talking 'bout this shit)
(Bro, just drop the fucking album)
Yeah, yeah
I don't belong on this Earth
I see my name in the stars
I want it so
wouldn't be able
Cause I'm the man with the hand that rocked the cradle, uhh
A lot of punk for the chunk baby that's a bet
Album number seven and we still
Unusual fellow
The album's three times dope
Don't hope it's going to be mellow
I'm coming with the force of a county sheriff
Serving subpoenas
hit away
Yeah, whatever goes around in rap
Happens to not come back to me, and I ask you
[Chorus: Royce] + (Ingrid Smalls)
(If I was to die today
Yo what's up guys welcome to the Nasy podcast
It is your host, King Squishy
And welcome to this lovely album we call "The Youngins"
So today I got
hoes
who knows where the night might go, hit the doe
like yeah, blinded by the glare of the strobe light
see something i like its going down on sight
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