Lyrics:
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At the all-time great, slight paranoid
Fuck toys consistent, fluent slang pediment
It's the magnificent, first album
Hot tracks on the sipper,
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
About to take over your area, yo
Left to right protect the life guard my castle
When goin at you take it to the gats if I have to
It's
I'm like a fuckin' wasp in the hospital lost
Stingin' the fuck outta everything I come across in the halls
I light a candle and place it up
festival
Not so very long ago
And the album, though well-intentioned
Not to everybody’s taste
Produced by the son of rockstar
Disappears without a trace
sure
But that was my, that's who I had in mind
Boom
But so, how did the album come about?
Aight, so check it out, this is how it came about
I had
than they said I'd ever do
But by time you hear this song
Sonny, my next album will already be done
And it's-it's just kinda chilling
Last year I was, I
album, and you walk around with it
in your motherfuckin back pocket, that's right man, that's me
That they call me, word up
World famous DJ Clue,
their ears, I got a perfect licking mind
Bout to slide by their crib, point it out and put you down
Take what you want, tie they ass up
Just don't, get,
up to something
Selling cracks sack by sack so they could function?
Well, yes and no
Yes we were selling it
But no, it wasn't blow
Cook it in
invented this real
Been the same since my deal
If you try to say that I'm changin'
Wait for the album, see how you feel
My third album, my Graduation
Got a pitbull that attack
You can catch me in the back all secluded
Ima rock the mic just like ima Cool Kid
Walkin by yourself didn't mean to scare you
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
G
I'm killin' em all, my G
Someone pass me the butane
I heard your album, it was poo stains
Don't say sorry, it's too late
When I crack your shell,
Oowee, hey, man, say man its the kid that did, shout out to that RB out of that Covington, Georgia
The name of the song is three, you know how it be
already ate
And I'm trying to get full, masks on clips full
If he got the money we attack him like a pitbull
We sellin' soft, we sellin' hard like it's
Don't need an intro I'm straight to the topics
Just dropped an album it straight from the tropics
Who does the most streams it's me and I top it
No
by my damn self
By my damn self, upped it by my damn self
I remember I was goin' hard by my damn self
My damn self, I did it by my damn self
I
sock
Pitbull lock on your neck, kiss it and you'll die
Boxer you take mine off then hallelujah
Shando, count my blessings, spin around two times
a rodeo (RedOne, Pitbull, let's go)
The world is ours now, dale (it's gonna be a bumpy ride)
It's Mr. Worldwide (yeah)
Yeah, you now the drill (ha-ha)
mouth or you won't have no peace
Compared to Canibus ya pitbulls is poultry
You and Biggie made a dope team but I roast beans
Be careful how you approach
done got it out the gutter nobody gave me none
Little niggas want to rap and think that shit sweet
Push his first album and he died the same week
Put
you be straight with me now that
It's just us 2 on this train?
Cause I was gonna spend some time and money
Today to remaster some dumb old album
And I
a pitbull's jaw
Belligerent like demons that pull
You to the floor
It's Mordechai, back from the dead
Crackin' ya head
Open with a pipe, gettin' hype
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