Lyrics:
can't hold it down? oh the shit gon' hit the fan now
spin around let your whole crown man down man down
[Street Life]
I live by the street code
During an earthquake, urine in your face
'Cause you're fake, ah, what the fuck? That hurt, wait
Ah, what the fuck? I just got struck by lightning
the rhythm that make you move
Can't hush the bum rush, we bust the sound
With these sonic bombs, feel the pressure all around
Raise the level I'm up again
home
Won't you carry me home
(like a truck, pick me up)
You ain't no lady but you've sure got taste in men
That head of yours has got you by time
a rush
How you gon ride the wave when you ain't learn to ride a bus
See you burdened by your lust
Niggas flirting with your crush
I'm in Durban piping up
a hope
And by their bruises and scars you can read what a hard life wrote
And they're singing hallelujah by the burning trunk tyre light
They're singing
Shawty say she down to ride, baby where we going?
Girl you know I been rolling, smoking reefa got me open
So sexy by my side, driving wild it’s hard
comes to thuggin it, nigga that's my sport
I even pick up your shells so you won't get caught
Dumb dumbs, niggas camouflaged playin as bums
Pop up,
How I'm gonna come on it, I just come on it
Another bitch, why would you put a bum on it?
Special Olympics, I'mma go dumb on it
No bike tricks, but
they think you really know!
If I were rich, I'd have the time that I lack
To sit in the synagogue and pray.
And maybe have a seat by the Eastern wall.
Bonita apple bum
You got the wrong song
Not a love sonnet more a farewell poem
All night long boy you know you're dead wrong
Could gave it back but
out your bluff
I used to let things get by I was mostly high
All my life running in disguise
Tryna get by you think this shit was easy
Most you niggas
you make it over the edge then baby, you the star
The Big Top knows all the choices you chose
Both respected and feared by your friends and your foes
give me that energy
You got that sound of a symphony
O por por por won le to o
She feeling my vibe rora mu jo o
O Jumanji in the jungle
Every day by day
Okay, alright, so now we do our outro
Thank you Birkenstock for sponsoring us
Thank you Birkenstock
Even though we're not sponsored by Birkenstock
as you like
But come, get some, you little bums
I take the cake from under the baker's thumbs
I bake the cake get two of them for one
Then I move
precedence
My own co sign I made devilish
Every fucking word I said know I meant the shit
Blasphemy could never be bothered by these bums
Could never be
you did
Tryna forget everything that we done did as kids
I ain’t dumb I ain’t stupid I ain’t going for Shìt
I refused to get played by a bum ass
as she heard them Sirins hold up
My people need a breather
You see us rolling reefer
Wit a bad one Trina kick it no fifa
Ms Bonita Apple bottom Bum
You
eyes[01:17.41]Heat me up quick when he grab me by the thighs[01:19.71]The way I watch my nigga back, you would think I'm his spy[01:22.15]But aye, back to the bum
knocked out by the airbag
Crashed right into the wall at 22
Niggas laughing at me but It could of been you
Niggas fucked up in the crib with no vehicle
with me i'ma give you the world
Young nigga is shining i don't gotta flex
Girl i ain't a bum girl i ain't you're ex
If you fucking with me you gon fuck
bum
Make me wanna hit it, no need for condom
This life na turn by turn
Keep hustling, your own dey come
It dont matter where the hell you from
You got
waiting on the bag it passed you by
Now you stuck living depressed
You done joined a haiku
By you-
Now you see who’s by you
Just a bunch of knuckleheads
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