Lyrics:
a list of maybe 400 people. I called. I texted. I emailed them one by one, and I explained to them, Hi, how are you? I know we haven't talked in a while,
night
Toxic bitches are the best type
I love to be with toxic bitches
She loves to sleep with toxic niggas
She broken and I cannot fix her
She wonders why
I don't wanna go to the beach
Not cause of the water
Not cause of the sand texture
Not cause the suns got hotter
I don't wanna go to the beach
Cause
rhyme-rhyme-rhymes are fresh
Hit-Boy, Snoop Dogg
a storm
On a beach in Mexico?
All by myself in the rain
Some people don't mind bein' alone
Did you know that control is a disease?
You say you see it
Boy, Going Disney XD like a Toy
Story, they call me Cory
Kenshin
I’m going anime like I’m in Genshin
This album take me to a new dimension
Raising
gon' be litty
Vintage pieces by the time she hit the city, yeah-ah
Vintage frames, I see nobody fuckin' wit' him
Pretty thug, out the third ward, hit
collection
More like a Little Deuce Coupe I'm on the Beach Boys level
This is my opening opus another Lonely Heartbreak
Except it's better than Pepper's
accion,
The depressive boy fighting with his evil side,
On the beach with his bitches and his pain,
El rescatador de almas, lost on the beach of terror full
Sarajevo
But I make sure their albums make a peso
Dashie's getting slammed by snow
6 inches on the western portion, it'll blow
If I were a Monstercat artist,
some basic questions
It's not unlike signing the terms and conditions of a legal agreement
By skipping this introduction, you are skipping those terms
'em
We always solve 'em, like
Man, it's kinda crazy thinking about it though
Like so much has happened yo, and I mean shit, by the time y'all are
what you got count
He grabbed me by the arm and said, he said,
"Real quick boy, let me tell you this story
About this real rich dude I used to know real
on the cell
Bring your Nike bikini and nothing else
We're goin' to the beach, take the top off the jeep
And bring Chantel as well
And the boys upstairs
Lexuses
And all the girls I know got the big big breasteses
I got a ten story mansion on the beach
With a swimmin' pool filled up with the drool of Robin
each other brothers
Because we are all brothers by god
We must all stand up for each other and are own freedom
Us brothers all have a special place in
pushing through like I'm Lupe
People still hate me like I'm Ronnie 2k
All my beats and raps equal Bron and D-Wade
I could do a whole album by my fucking
you if by the end you shed a couple tears
Next to my recording spot, got 18 empty beers
Gotta go now, the hoes are callin, gonna bring em to tears
Why do we have to cross over?
Why are niggas always crossing over somethin', huh?
I mean, what's the matter, huh?
They can accept our music
stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks
Some of that real sticky-icky-icky
Ooh-wee, put it in the air (air)
Boy, you's a fool D-R
Ha-ha
z
I guess by now you can tell you miss me
The baddest motherfucker in rap history
One to the temple put you out your misery
That's not an album
don't shoot anymore
My deal got signed so the spirits all up
We shot the album front cover up by the shops
We just wanna rep the manor right, give it
Listening to Britney
Her new album
Back to the Noughties
I went from 8 to 18
Everything from a nightmare
To Beyonce sweet dreams
Moved from Brisbane
the team DON'T MISS?"
'Cause we don't
We make the magic, chop the samples, drop the album on the internet
And my loosies are all that and a box of cigarettes
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