Lyrics:
Bitches tellin' other bitches, "Can't believe it's him" (ha)
White stretched fur, like a motherfuckin' pimp
Trap Gang, they stack, they super fat, but
cadabra, righ there beside you
But it's seemin' and dreamin', that's all I can do
I'm in an airport, an hour until flight time
Can't wait to have you
Yeah
Uhn
Uh huh
One
Uhn
Father I want you to know that you're a hero (a hero)
I'm so grateful you don't have the spirit of Nero (Nero)
You make me
of the Simpsons
Fuck all of that talking you gon run me what you got
If Dee B made the shit you should've known its gon be hot
You were talking crazy hope you don't
labels you heard me
Them no labels?
Them No, No, labels
Ain't got No labels
No Bart Simpsons
Ain't none of that
Fuck it let me get five of them
Shit them
BORED DORIAN
Written By: Chris Simpson, Joseph Page, Lisa Rau
STARING AT THE END OF THE WORLD AND IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL
I'M JUST SO BORED SHARPENING
kick it
Awrite just don't be distant
Get comfy on this couch we'll drink wine and Watch the Simpson's
She told me if I really want time. Then stay
up my verses, make sure all my words have purpose...
I get paid to rage on stage, my haters standing by so nervous...
Ima keep on flexing hard for
(aye)
Let a dick hop, call Mona
Legs boutta spread like Corona'
Piss all in his face he get a boner (Ssss)
Lookin' like the Simpsons now he Homer
Dog ass
Aye
Aye
Look
Aye
Yo bitch
Bounced on
On my dick like a bunny aye
You niggas
Be broke
As a joke it ain't funny aye
I get straight to a bag
Can't be
you turn me on by the way you walk
Wanna get between ya legs
Let me strap up cuz I can't hit it raw
We don't need no more kids
But tonight me and you
wifey on a yacht
I don’t understand broke
If I don’t got it you don’t know
Im a have to get it and go
I’m a get the money the dough
I gotta show my little
the heat
I don't take it to the heart
I be showing love for free
By design, this is art
High and low I keep it G
Been that way from the start
I hang
'cause I be sinnin'
Y'all gotta get up, can't be sittin'
(Ah, ah)
(Y'all gotta get up can't be sitting)
(Y'all gotta get up can't be sitting)
I can't have
Can't predict what is coming but I know I'm I'm a Simpson
Say it's way to hot to touch but my skin is a mitten
They gone throw me in some zombies why they
a run-of-the-mill nigga
Here's the difference man I
Run with the mills
Niggas can't eat I ain't done with the meal
See dem niggas that's grinnin' man they
Have fun
the culture, nigga, by just existing
Delete my tweets 'cause I'm ashamed of being a fuckin' Simpson
I told my mom I was gay, why the fuck she ain't listen?
I
get fly, I get paid
I do me, I get high, I get fly everyday
All I know is this shit, I don't owe them bitches
I do me and love it, I done overdid
Bankhead, Simpson Road this Atlanta bitch
So fly, so gangsta, gutter, glamorous
We living out your fantasies, suckas can't handle this
They know we run
money have hustle
Some niggaz ball out of control, or lose it all in a tussle
I want rings and tings
A few bad bitches, with no attached strings
You know,
[BizMarkie]
I was sittin home, all alone
When I heard the ring, on my telephone
I picked it up, to see who could it be
This girl I just met, her
a dream to blow since I was a kid
I know I have to grow coz am a seed
I always need more like chicks need feed
And I always hunt the dough coz yeah its
she fine
Pay me or pay me no mind
Only gone say it one time
Pay me or pay me no mind
All about doh like Homer Simpson
In God we trust but got no
the way it's gone be
[Nelly]
Now they play Nelly like I was, nobody
Now she all on my team 'cause she heard I rock parties
Smoke more Ladi than Dadi
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