Lyrics:
on the brain
We're drivin' the road like old Tom Joad
Just to bang an out of tune guitar!
Boston, Detroit, Duluth by the Bay
Giggin in the Capitol Dome
Denver,
Deal aus
Um "Danke" zu sagen für alles, was mich freut
Schenk ich diesen Track, so
Lang wie ein Album, nun euch
Ich schrieb hundert
Zweihundert,
tryna hit the belly
Hit a milli like I'm a pablo
Steady tryna get the bankrolls rambo
Finna shoot my like I'm django
I'm a winner and a sinner I'm just
than your video
Fuck a sadiddy ho
This that rap city flow, hit Flex
Let the city know, shit
By time you hear this
A nigga will be up on Arsenio
And I got
throwin' pebbles
By the water at 21, I wasn't savage like that boy from Georgia
Lord, pray you never forget, uh-uh, pray you never forget
Hey, pray you never
what they taxing walking thru the back door
Been lit nigga we just litter than before
Young nigga from the trench but been up in my glow
Got this shit
making
Congratulations to give out
And I need motivation
Catch me on the way up
So we both can see
I'm fresh off the jet from Saudi
Now squares around me
couldn't stop me
Like the homie Jim Jones, I be in the lobby
Nigga tried to hit me two times with the shotty
Missed me, I dodged both shots, Kyrie
Do it
feeling pimple come around and get yo man popped
Love overrated baby
I can sell a ho my soul she gone still play me
Niggaz wanna get my sack but i ain't tom
counting up currency and move when it rain, pour
From every bitch that we bless, we hit up, automatic love
The Cuban Link niggaz is the realest
My wallet
by the money fucking benji on vacation
I'm getting big bands everything's a hit man
Ya life's in the dirt sinking in like its quick sand
Call the sand
Catch a Rémy Jones, hit the sto' and only flip a half pint
Nah-ah, that's what I ain't gon' do
Let my big cousin rock my Roley to the club tonight?
Nah,
and move when it rain, pour
From every bitch that we bless, we hit up, automatic love
The Cuban link niggaz is the realest
Let my wallet walk, speak
her nose
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb or Francis Scott Keys
Nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones, Johnny Cash
Engelbert
her nose
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb or Francis Scott Keys
Nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones, Johnny Cash
Engelbert
my punchlines talk
I eat on beats for lunchtime raw, with lyrics like jones
With the mic im an assasin i get paid to murder beats
I wrote this from my
my punchlines talk
I eat on beats for lunchtime raw, with lyrics like jones
With the mic im an assasin i get paid to murder beats
I wrote this from my
my punchlines talk
I eat on beats for lunchtime raw, with lyrics like jones
With the mic im an assasin i get paid to murder beats
I wrote this from my
afraid I was next
Like I might take the starting position
Tom Brady and Drew Bled
Ah
Yeah I could steal all the shine
Sit on a curve and hit a home run in
courage
Hit her wit the dick it's magic baby, hocus pocus
Pull her weave with my left hand, 3AM Ginobli
I got a white bitch love to sing like Billie Eilish
tones
Hear the vinyls in that back
That's that Donell Jones
Mashed it with the Coco baby
And not that Tom Jones
It's a fail with no communication
Body
thanks: Tom MacLean, Braden Jones
Plus those who inspired (Pedagog is nothing without you)
Minecraft is boring with nothing to mine for
A freshness
the fashion, this shit came from Tom
I came from the mud, this shit took some time
I remix the drank and serve it like he blind
Put dick in your bitch, that lil'
Children
I'm hard as Plymouth Rock you silly schmuck just ask the pilgrims
I was strong from the get go, I'm not Lou Ferringo
I never caught the cooties
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