Lyrics:
Big blunt leave uu stuck look like a fuckin glue stick
N****
Ii been servin food like a fuckin soup kitchen
Gettin to it
cin't no such thing as too
and marketing) not just
The people, technology
Or products these deals are typically valued
(at least in part) by their
Financial metrics and can be extremely
prison arrival
Ya new African American idol
Is me Eli O N E I roll in peace
By myself I rise my wealth
Since I'm alone
I don't have ta divide my wealth
I
whatever fee or publicity never lose your integrity
For years there's been surprise horses in this stable
Just two albums in I'm the realest nigga on this
on the track, tell em what's up Kaliko
Aye
Brand new foreign, roof missin. Night life never borin
Got 2 kissin. Got the champagne pourin Ruth Criss'n. Everything
and four chords repeated
Completed by a relatable lyrical concept about an ex or something
This isn't for the masses
It's for the
musically analytical
So
What's Up green green N for AH dot Beam Win I Try steal high everybody what am I gone Do NA By BYE everybody "Selling, 5 Buck For A Five i smell like ah
even doing wrong by usin this chorus to get through this song
[Chorus: x2]
You know y'all going to mess around and complain about slavery that was
Bongo By The Way
I wake up every morning on the same shit
I smoke my 'Wood to the roach like I ain't rich
Niggas I used to hang with, is still
dessus pour le fun
Ma mort est plus lourde à porter que l'cadavre de Big Pun
J'ai l'9-1, 9-2, 9-3, 9-4, 9-5, 7-5, vas-y, barre ta gueule
Ils font une
whatever fee or publicity never lose your integrity
For years there's been surprise horses in this stable
Just two albums in I'm the realest nigga on this
schrieb?
Weil es immer noch dich gibt
Der die Bastarde grüßt
Jeder hat so sein Thema und dies ist meines
Dann noch wie cool Big L´s Album
Und wie wack deins
cars big stars like it's rock and roll
Let's rock and roll
Dip-set, this is Jim Jones man capo status
Santana Killa, the don the album coming March
I had an awesome Latin teacher
One of his biggest lessons was
Odi et amo
It's a poem by Catullus
The way he described it
I hate and I love
Part
turn fact to fuel
Fifty-two, like action news
Action starts by grabbin' cards
Makin' sure they're all there
Next part sayin' what's up to Grandpa
By
Denn seine Zähne sitzen schiefer als sein gottverdammtes Headset
Guck, wie ich den Lappen klatsche
Doch dropp' ich 'n Album, sagt sogar Papaplatte „Baba
this muthafucka into a bakery(x2)
"By any means" like X said/
Make my X-it
Wanna die like Hef/
Six heifers on my deathbed
So when it's beef, you get
a fuck, say you could run that shit back
And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound
Man, this is the last.. record on the album
I got my man Craig Craig in the house
Kevin Dee from Midnight Express Crew's in the house
Charles'
manners
My niggas shooting shit like the Warriors
I keep a thick bitch Victoria, I keep a big clip notorious
Choppa be clapping bravo, glorious
So yo’
two, Oof
Head by the daily, damn I forgot her name, think it was Hailey
Leave and come in a Mercedes
God damn, I'm crazy with rabies
Fuckin' around
Don't let part of ya speech
Make you lose part of ya teeth
Cause you aint hardly hard to me if you want beef from me
(Chorus) 2x
If you want beef
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
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