Lyrics:
Mama worked thirty seven years at the plant
Thirty four days she missed, that's where I get my grind at
Her little nigga, see her as father figure
Ghost or Toast bitch
I'm talking about
HooGee
Krack, krack, boo
1-19-6-2-0 from head to toe
Say SickBoy
7-6 til the world split
Man, y'all know what
thing I gotta do is hit my wrist with the soda
Niggas thought it was over, but bitch I live by the slogan
I told you
Hop in another one nigga
Get
gave up
Couldn't get a blog to ever play us
My debut album hit the fuckin' charts
Spread it to the fans bitch, we came up
Yeah, I came a long way (long
It's that time of year again
Y'all gon' be like, "Why this nigga startin' off like that?"
Disrespectful
Rap Up 2019
(Great John on the beat, by
me
I was twelve years old
Ego big then a bitch
If someone didn't agree, they could go die in a ditch
I kinda feel the same way but I don't show it
the finer things
But can't seem to keep your money, cause you're buyin' rings
What is you gettin', 7 or 6, new record contract?
Bustin' your bomb raps, but
to your knees, and tell me what you think
As my dick slides up in and out your face
11 years dead funk, bitch how it taste?
Lay your ass down and close your
I remember being bullied then they switched up (Switched up)
I remember every night getting my dick sucked (Dick sucked)
By an internet bitch, then
7
You Co-EPing this album
money in the field together
A couple years done passed by since We chill together
But I know I'll send the beat
And he gone kill whateva
Roman And Don
album got that Wu-Tang like Raekwon
This be a brand new year for the G
Even when I'm rockin' like a Black Beetle Paul McCartney
The months gone by are
Bugging? Mad? Why? 'cause your n**** still bugging me
Must be the thug in me
The two degrees
That he like
Seven years later and you still not his wife
How
me
10, 9, 8, 7, 6
5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Happy New Year!
motherhood
And we fall out of touch
In your absence I write songs again every day
Haunted by ghosts of the dope ass albums you would've made
Until two years
of sinners baby I'm a Cole album
When my album drops, niggas know it'll be a cold album
Negative energy, nigga I can't have it
When I prophesy, feeble minds
and all day the omnipresent sand has been whipped up by an impudent wind, making progress all the more difficult
At dawn, I pinpointed the location
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Francois:
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1.Monkeys, Whales, Bugs
Yeah
Give me a second man
Alright I'm Going Back In
They call me KCJ AKA Killa Kam
7 Years and Still with BAN
It's Still the Plan to Steal your Fans
decay
But I still hope that my album will get a few plays
I'll get by, taking this day by day
But if I die, just know you'll be okay
All I've ever done
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
Nigga, what's hap'nin?
Who we got in here?
Nigga, ain't this the last album
Fuck that, we got Richie Rich, Dru Down, (you know!) Yukmouth
of character that 50 sent to a wanksta...
Bitch I'm by self !
cnd I surround u like a Pickett fence protecting Biden from offensive picketers..
Im when
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