Lyrics:
weezer cause i look just like buddy holly
Call me brendan sundstrom cause im making a fire album
No im not a rancher but yes im very jolly
If somebody diss
They think that they know, something 'bout my life
Not in the same class, not on the same flight
Maybe the same club, just not the same lights
stalker
Words thrillin', so real they're chillin', the hit author
Gettin' louder than a shot gun, you don't want none
Rhyme pays was the name of the album
I guess T work
Try to jump me at the club but they hoes they needed Teamwork
one perc
Two perc
Pressed perc
Blue perc
Buddy acting Tee'd up
Put him
broken by the politics including mine
We need to fix this
I don't give opinions because
They are commonly
Agreed upon i say what I feel
I feel
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
as hot as a summer day
You’ll find out cuz the album a month away
Everything that you got...it was on delay
Everything that I got...it was ándale
You
on strictly, you
Turned into a mystery now what we had is history
Ok it started off good in the beginning , me and you was
Laughin' and smiling shawty me
a project music buddy to support one another (one another)
All in is platform for U guys so much music inside
It is a world for all u girls where all our
I get raw fucked by a bowl now I'm nauseous
Playing hang man, but to talk is like crossword
Crossbow cross paths with my cross chain
Like floss
the place down the street,
They're serving breakfast for lunch.
Woah buddy, you're going too fast! We're going to crash
I don't want you to smash your bumper
Paper up, double pumpin', BIG, where's the loot? (loot, loot)
It ain't safe, it ain't safe
Mil' in cash in the safe
French vanilla by the case
Fuck
Vanilla by the case, fuck the cuffs, where my bracelet?
Frenchy is the name, CB is the gang
Let's call the boys, call a couple planes
R-r-ring on like
not a lotta things
That impress me but this album definitely took me by the balls
And said look here, this sure is something serious
Futuristic, he
platinum
We know the presidents are flowin' by who's sackin' them
I'm that type of guy when poppa wasn't happy with it
Trippin' them up, that was my
you on and so is your crew
Celebrating in the night life
But the club will barely lend you any nice guys
So when we chat it up, I'm thinking that's
(bands) bands
I keep a glicky right here by my side just in case a nigga wanna fuck up the plan
I am the (What am I, I am the man)
I am the (Yeah) man
I am
That mean aye'body was wrong
Can you face yourself with that question?
Or the answer? What the fuck do you believe in?
Say goodbye to the bad guy
They put out too many Erases Eraser albums
That guy sucks, he tries too hard
He tried too hard, but he died
He got erased
If you listen close, you can
Machine Gun Kelly is as self-effacing as he
Is talented known also
By his real name Colson
Baker, MGK effortlessly defies
Easy categorization from
I just walked into the motherfucking club
I took a couple shots
Now a nigga looking a dub
I got a big amount
Now I'm bouta flood the whole club until
to blackball
Well, you know, I wrote a little poem about it
and I really hope you like it
So have your mother read it to you
and if you guys like it you can
Ten drinks in me, I'm drunk
I left the party early tonight
All those empty conversations
I'm watching the cars and
The trucks whizz by
And I thought ten
and them tires
We finna drop it like it's heavy as hell
The Clan of the Cavebear
Used to use the club to hit and drag her by the hair
Still use the club
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