Lyrics:
Workin' on the album at the same time, you know what I'm sayin?
Visionary boy (C Sick)
Yeah yeah, uh, yeah, we gon' do it for '96 (yeah)
We gon' do it
The ones that hate me the most ain't nothin' like me
I could never hate nobody I ain't met or seen
Blue Grass girl, ever since I cut her down
She been
a top boy Scorcher and Bashy cant do the same
Real reconize Real , how many albums have you sold to date
I aint saying im Wayne Or Kanye ,But im living
of white car smell like blue cheese
That boy get salad beef bout movements
BM dubs on them big things looking foolish
Shawty sitting low big things popping
I'm bad to the bone
My lyrics you hear it are nearest to home
I wish I was better at going off dome
But I just be writing so leave me alone
I'm back
Yo bro
Skinny bad boy
Fii the girls them
Calm down make you listen
Odoyewu make I rock your body staying with my baby no send anybody
For your matter
on my head just for your album, bruh
Tell me lil' boy
If it's beef I can chop this shit up
Like it's prime and treat you like you Optimus
My chain is
blue like stitch and
You know we not snitchin'
You know we not missin'
I like
Bad girls
And black girls
And tan girls
And white girls
Can't wife girls
I take are getting random
And all the cute girls are going pom pom
And all the weirdos are going dumb dumb
And all the bad boys are going to prom prom
a jacuzzi, yeah
wakin' up right to a two-piece, yeah
Countin' that paper like loose leaf, yeah
Gettin' that chicken with blue cheese, yeah
boy, you so fake
a jacuzzi, yeah
wakin' up right to a two-piece, yeah
Countin' that paper like loose leaf, yeah
Gettin' that chicken with blue cheese, yeah
boy, you so fake
put her on a flight
I don't understand nothin' but them dollar signs
I'm havin' blue cheese
And I'mma get it by any means
Flexing on niggas like
oi oi, man oh man, you boy boy boy's
Getting sick at these girls, girls, girls
Oink, oink, oink
You fu-ing pigs, all you're good for is doink,
bitch out, have her fucking boys
Beast
I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem
And yeah I like to fuck
I got a fucking problem
I love bad bitches,
Real bad boy, young good guy
Hold your girl, As she do the dance
Give it to her hard, As she give it to you hard
Nice and fast, or you can do it slow
mane, ever, mane
I'm shuttin' shit down in the mall
And tellin' every girl she the one for me
And I ain't even plannin' to call
I want this shit
Middle School
Dance floor killa I might slam a drink and bust a move
Nice guy with the women but man I'm a villain too
Super D bad boy, I don't need
a weave
Trunk full of white car smell like blue cheese
That boy get salad beef bout movements
BM dubs on them big things looking foolish
Shawty sitting
acidic but I ain't venomous I leave at to the snakes bitch
Copyin obituaries workin on my pen-man-ship
Cause when this album finally drop we finna
money, man (you're liar)
My Maserati is bad, man, it's blue and green and gold
(That's a lie)
I just bought this hoe this milllion dollar ring, man
(You're
don't want no good girl 'cause your boy he ain't no lover
(Revol on t'nia yob ruoy)
Fuck her with no rubber then I bounce back
Smokin' on some shit so
attention
On the track riding my yz 85 baby
And it's bad as can be
On a wheelie when I pass by
Country boy providing for my family
Country boy I put on for
Barton Harlow
The Black Keys Brothers El Camino
Camp by Childish Gambino
Awaken My Love is amazing too
Modest Mouse Good News For People Who Love Bad News
she was a freak
Her album flopped, it only did two-thousand the first week (that's it?)
She put a record out dissin' Quavo, bad timin'
Honestly she
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