Lyrics:
prolly wanna see this
Spread the word take a vid on the celly and tell the world
I take scores and scorch the lights out for sure
Fresh kicks you know I'm
performed two songs and most hate it
I'm despised by the heavens, my tombstone is post-dated
I told flex he had to wait to get my album, but I guess he
sported by my shorty
As for me, icy gleamin' pinkie diamond ring
We be's the baddest clique up on the scene
Ain't you getting bored with these fake-ass
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
Machine Gun Kelly is as self-effacing as he
Is talented known also
By his real name Colson
Baker, MGK effortlessly defies
Easy categorization from
Butch Cassidy
So don't sleep, moneygrip, or that ass'll be
Out of the frying pan, into the fire
Now I'm dead on your ass like Spencer for Hire
Word
Hope I die doing what I love R.I.P Ben Wilson Brandon Lee Red Foxx thank
My mom for bailing me outta the box as much times as she did thank my
Aunt
[Kane] Hey yo Teddy
[Riley] Yo
[Kane] I ran into a young lady Maliya last night
[Riley] Word?
[Kane] Must have been her
ain’t good for my souls
Ain’t none for me no more
Gotta keep on move more steady
All my life I been by my side know people come and go, this time I’m
(Teddy)
Yeah
Yeah
(Teddy)
Yeah
Wicked at drivin', sick on MOBA and FPS (FPS)
Man have won tournaments, girls win too, bro, look at them flex
goin on, on and on and on
On and on and on
Yo I've been treading on this globe man for twenty-five joints
Sometimes shaitan got me by the pressure
you keyed up gasping for breath on the floor cripple
Infamous we take it to the extremes my words
Especially when a nigga mistake me for herb
Get
from fakeness
It shows true colors when you ain't making payments
Got my balls and my word something like Wilson ain't it
They lie they steal they cheat
it's on with the funk so
RING THE ALARM, ding! While I drop the bomb
on the country, E's gettin funky word to mother
I smother, any emcee or so-called
livres ça écrase les moustiques (bzz)
Un doigt dans l'engrenage puis j'rentre au bercail
C't'album y'a mille mains un peu comme les Hentais (mais nan)
Cet
mmm mmm! Ain't that something
Dogg I bought yo' album, my nigga, that shit is bumping
I apologize, I'm sorry for the drama
Can I get your autograph
comin')
Step back bitch, better take notes
Teddy got too much dough for me to ever go broke
(Word)
I'm callin' your bluff, what you ever tote?
I'm raw
your kicks
Go on why'all can have my flow
I extort why'all hoes for all why'all dough
And by now I think all why'all know
Who's the winner, still
shit, bitch run your kicks
Go on y'all can have my flow I extort y'all hoes for all y'all dough
And by now I think all y'all know
Who's the winner, still
(Woo)
Liquor by the cases, man, it's goin' down
At the Boosie Blues Cafe (Hey)
Where the women on they A game, for real
'Cause the women, they be
Shout out to that boy Slim Shady for all the love, yeah!
(Sinatra)
Tell me what you know about real life
Tell me what you know about dark nights
gill and guy clark
(additional words for jesse by john denver)
Give it up instead I did it for you
Holla back
It’s my legacy
It’s the words that I leave behind
They might just stand the test of time
No doubt it’s my
DON'T PAY ME IN HOMAGE, PAY ME IN DOLLARS
GOT ADVICE FROM UNCLE ROC TO FOCUS ON MY POCKETS
N*GGAS ARE PETTY, WATCH EM
I CAN TELL BY THE POSTURE IF NIGGAS
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