Lyrics:
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
bumstickitty, bum huh
I got that old rump-pum-pum-pum
A punk'll jump up to get him a beat down
At least sound, I sound like these clowns, like he sound
My
by then these faggots probably be done killed me
I tell my son, keep it real, give why'all niggas each a bill
So what's the deal, niggas why'all know
by all means
More money more green
And on my waist more bill in my Jeans
And publicity got to be on more Screens
And in my blood success in my genes
or out of a bum socket
But the third gender forcing its way
To becoming acknowledged,
Its that solid
That their teaching it in that collage
It’s
on da filp side none of these bills a stay still investigating in all of all of these drugs u gotta pay bills no questions I m chucking a dub cus nigga
it again
You better duck down the alley way
Looking' for a new friend
The man in the coon-skin cap
In the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
You
soon you're a bum
then one day you meet a girl
At first sight
You both stand speechless
In the hall through the night
What ever happened to her
There
it again
You better duck down the alley way
Looking' for a new friend
The man in the coon-skin cap
In the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
You
Elton John or Lionel Richie
Call up my butler, get clothes washed by the maid
Ivory soap; this is clean; feel like Cascade
I count the bills, roll
on myself with the tiger smell
Straight out the jungle, sting like kiss
Ice real cool, top lip frostbit
'Cause now I write Clark Gable on my cable bill
Bill
people could feel
Something...
Real
Starts recording and shares her story online
By the next mornin millions start feelin her new vibe
Labels at the table,
slack
Poet, skept, r3tro and spade one
Got flows that regulate all you bums
Yo I put my heart and soul into words in
Which I write, misguided by
goo)
My fake friends are animals, Judging by they size and they width
Sike wait until November 5th
My fake friends are animals, Judging by they size
blicky
Might swag, I don't dance for real
First come then I'm paying her bills
Niggas bums, they got nowhere to live
I ain't chasing nothing but me
We put up our tent on a dark
green knoll, outside of town by
the train tracks and a seagull dump
Topping the bill was Horse Face Ethel
and her
"For us to live any other way
Was nuts uh, to us
Those goody-good people who worked shitty
Jobs for bum paychecks and
Took the subway to work every
Yeah, nigga
Niggas fuckin' tweakin'
Fuckin' goof boys, ah-haha
(Bill, this is important) yeah
Live, nigga
Baby, what's poppin'? (Poppin')
the time you get up to the desk
They say, "I'm sorry kid, you're a no good bum"
Unemployment, give me some dough
My bills are much more than you think
Cause
yo' can tell us
Oh my god got all these bands by myself
Count a hundred bills and I ain't need no help
Came up from the bottom really out the soil uh uh
that love bought you clothes?
It's like that, and that's the way it is
Bills fly higher every day
We receive much lower pay
I'd rather stay young, go
not a forehead, uh
Pull a four by four out, I get snowed in
Kinda like Tadoe, yeah, bitch I'm the Gloden one
'Member when I was a youngin, got
to get me laid
Rhyme Zones the ace, make sure I'm paid
CIA not with the dumps
Get more attention from the Me Me Amp
West LA is where I'm from
Not a bum I
BUM
YOU IS A FAKE
BLACK AF1
You still in bape
Asking for funds
Ain't no debate
And ain't no escape
Cause you know how I be!
I'm stayin cheap
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