Lyrics:
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And with each new play, you're aiming for more
From the cut to the deal, and the pegging to the crib
Cribbage is a game that you'll never beat me in
New Beatles, new good, new evils
True sequels, glue people together
We could do this forever, we could lie all night
We like abstract sequences
beat up, make her run to the door
Hit the hitter, smoke the gas, if she ask for some more
Got the game like a pimp in the trap, making flips
With
shoved in their face
And it's a disgrace Hailie can't play with her toys
In the front yard without you drivin' by, honkin' your horn
Screamin' some
And you gave me a CD with mad beats
Nah, but time had passed and you kept
Hey, yo, hit me, these fucking beats
Yeah, 'cause we was also
And then
albums with no fucking filla
New deal on the table look like bout like 10 milla
Shout my lawyer man he a contract killa
You know 305 Ricky that's my
The halls were filled with publicists and
Escorts who had to pretend not
To be dazzled by those
They were escorting minaj
Had walked in a few minutes before
stuff
Tickle on the beat
Has anybody else dropped?
Malkovich Malkovich it's my head
Malkovich Malkovich it's my head
Broken backs to break bread
Fuck
was recording the album:
Cherry Bomb! The album!
I had a show New Year's 2015
And I haven't came out with music in a while
Damn, finally, you gonna
hoe in the back of a tinted Rari, whoa
(In the back of a tinted rari, whoa)
Recovering is hard, gotta hit it with a plan
But you keep fuckin' looking
like it got bit by a grizzly
And these drugs got me spinning like some capoeira
Still rock the slow beats with gold teeth
Ain't afraid to hold heat
Goodwill loves me Macklemore than you
I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat
All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats by Dre
Thank you very
now
Make that thing pop like a semi or a nine
Ooh baby like it raw with
The shimmy shimmy ya, huh
A$AP get like me
Never met a motherfucker fresh like
and Caicos, hoes all at the villa
Only nigga making albums with no fucking filla
New deal on the table, look like 'bout like ten milla
Shout my lawyer, man,
albums with no fucking filla
New deal on the table look like bout like 10 milla
Shout my lawyer man he a contract killa
You know 305 Ricky that's my
gold
And maybe get rich, hol' up
Trinidad Jame$ in four weeks but now my album platinum and shit, so what?
Y'all keep the numbers
I'm more than
[chaplain:] and now stricken with pangs
That tear at our backs like thistle down
The mirror's soft silver tain
Reflects our last and birthing hour
Blowin' people's speakers shit don't ask me for no features bitch
Always late to class and high as hell, I had my teachers pissed
Miss me with that
and Stanstro (Here we go!)
So here we go: it's the trio
With flows tighter than Speedos
And Benny beating like Ringo
We glow like the old Beatles
Here we go
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah, yeah
Well it's the uhh, uhh, abbrevia-ated letter
Associated with meta-metapho-phores and cheddar cheddar
The C.O.D.,
what I might even do with it
That Control beat is like an ugly bitch that everybody done fucked raw
Maybe you hit it
Aww man, I'm more concerned why
what I might even do with it
That Control beat is like an ugly bitch that everybody done fucked raw
Maybe you hit it
Aww man, I'm more concerned why
the
Missiles slow you down
Sup with BIG? Pass the microphone to you
So I can take a puff
Who throw gats to Guiliani?
Flows tighter than pigeon punani, try me
no sci-fi horror
Walk by today, drive-by tomorrow
Talk hype, get blazed, why do you bother?
You've been wally since Tim Tam Tommy
Go raves
Get paid but
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