Lyrics:
the F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S
Your patience I personally admire
'Cause I started out a player now I'm 'bout to have my jersey retired, for real
Girl, I'd trade
to roll with fat nicks, lil pouya
And we living every single day just to die
So I’m f****** every single day til I do die
Hello rap game call me finny skat
to L.A.F.A Club
If you don't slur we don't care
If you don't slur we don't care
Pretty ladies i am very sorry to disturb you
Can I offer you some drinks like
thing
If this was eighty-something
I'd be in shell toes
Gucci-link fat rings, ashy ass elbows
Saving every penny tryna get
Up out this hellhole
For my
've mastered the way (Huh)
No taijutsu brodie fighting a case
Catch us luck less that's the reason we train
I've got a King by my side
Ace always down when we
the hills to the best
I prove that I'm witty by usin my mind
I spit from my heart so you don't confuse
Me with other crews in my city
Cause I am the hardest
a meeting getting my ass kissed (no homo)
By a white man 'cause his daughter fuck with my ad-libs (uh-oh)
I done dropped dick in her friend, I'm like, "My
or treat my flow
Halloween night
Hollup, hollup
I love'ta f b-i hoes
Lemme cop a feel of bestie double ds i hope
Wasting time wit a girl that wanna be my hoe
Hov in ‘03, I feel like Hov in ‘03
Black album then I’m back out, Yuh
Hov in ‘03, I feel like Hov in ‘03
Black album then I’m back out, Yuh
Cha, ya
Walking on the block bouta beat my
Cock yeah putting on my socks leaving
The door almost tripped on a rock
Walking on the block saw a fat a so i
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
shit is over
[Crooked I]
SLAUGHTERHOUUUUUSE! (Whoo, Kiiiiiiiid!)
[Joe Budden]
Look at ya man look back at me, yeah I know, sickenin huh?
Few got
wszystko na wszystko i nie tylko
Byłoby naaajs któregoś dnia przytulać fat brutal hajs
Smarować flow chodzić kupować a nie tylko podziwiać
Pieniądze takie są
floor seats
Globally they know me
Joe Flizz tell them kids
We turned passion into a biz
Fuck a 15 minutes tell em we more than a decade in
Cartel h1
nothing
You’re not actually worth it
Watch you don’t get fuckin knocked out by the fat guy in public
Stop fuckin acting and fronting!
Wait a minute
I heard
cars and kicks
And look at how fast they made it
My younger brother gave less than a f*** he was content
With G.I. Joe and Tonka trucks
But I want
They want the album
I’m taking my time
Payin’ my dues
You payin’ dem fines
Word to billie eilish you rappers lying
Boxed in ya’ll been moving like
Wonder restraints
OOO
Mr. Nice Guy! Say no nice Guy
Ah Yeah
Mike Dean Know The Beat Ya
That's a fucking lie I know by the way
I know by the way
I
Worm storm is short and fat.
I represent the underdog you know my steez
I'm represented by a label in the overseas
Yo Amsterdam yes I am the man got
shit back like medieval
I spit at it like a Baretta, you know I get better by givin' the people
Not a fuck given, check the method, that's how we
the honey
A-ooo-wee
Baby, way there over there by the apple tree
Now, look-a-there
She kind-a, big n' fat
Now, look-a-there
A-but it ain't like that
Now,
Take a left here boy, take it slow
Don't get distracted by that radio
I just rolled my eyes and I said, "Daddy, I know
I'm fifteen, I ain't green
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