Lyrics:
cartoons!
In a empty house i was searching the rooms !
Hitting licks by myself cause i need money too!
Cant tell on myself you do that you a fool!
My pain
niggaz ain't no toys
You're fuckin' with sixteen styles over sixteen bars
Sixteen car man entourage
And when we get things started, I'm the hardest
on
Why
Cuz I love myself
No matter how high or no matter how fly to me I be, I can never be above myself
And all of this time really had to fly by just so
hugh hefner (Yea)
Don't catch no feelings I know she ain't gone ride gas so loud make you deaf (Ye)
Sipping official I'm smoking official but I don't
pussy and I run it for a mile long, let her know that I'm the type of nigga she can't style on,
She was the daughter of a pastor, off to school next year
This that rock solid flow
So impossible to quote
This that hot style go
All echoes off the phone
This that rock solid hyper pop you get it with that
Push shove pop off
Homie who you cop off
I'm riding in the marquis I might have to saw the top off
Im frustrated most hated the least dated
I
my life
It was nice to see Hugh Laurie in House MD
But it's so tediously predictable by season three
I'm not a royalist, I'd happily tear it all down
Welcome to misery where the killers pop it up and when I say pop it up I mean deal wit da tug of the gun
We can do it if anybody want it where
And put his faith in rappin'
I'll pop a slug you can't stop
The blood with no paper napkins
Bust the steel then your blood is spilled
Shit mistakes could
about it pops)
Is so peculiar, the desert has only got sand
(And that’s grand)
The oceans only got water
(And you can’t drink it all up)
You never know
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
money
Stop all that cappin and come out of pocket
Slide by myself it ain't no other option
It might get lonely but it's necessary so I keep my mind on my
I learned to own my style
How I got this smile
Conquered fear, got the crown
Can't nobody bring me down
I'm looking good quite frankly
Timbs
Like a hot buttered pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie
Pop da pop pop, don't you dare stop
Come alive y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now you can
a bitch pop
That’s my pop style
Poppin’ up on nice beats
Flowin’ with the tune
Yeah I’m pipin’ up my melody
Bitches downin’ Henny Hennessy
Can’t you see all
can't do what I do
These MCs can't blew what I blew
Ain't been through what I've been through
Look
I'm a big man, no little child in my crew
Step back
Got my brain to spark to make the beat pop
It's got me running like I can't stop
It's got me running like I can't stop
It's got me running like I
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking
himself
Stitched by Dapper Dan, oh man with the gun in hand
I leave your blood squirting
No offense, I'll put your face on the chest of a sweatshirt
got I'ma sleep on a bunk
Her buddy want lil' pockets fatter than clump
He gon' kill by the ho man that nigga a chump I ain't chasin' no ho I can't go
master of the breaks and beats
Lyrically headstrong and can't be beat
Triple minded, mentally combineded underground pirate
Microphone tyrant, always
you, ain't no savin you
I'm five times stronger than the hate for niggas in the heart
of David Duke
I take your style from ya, and your pride
Let it rain then pop it pop it
Boost your brain the birds are flocking
Go insano-style and lock it
Don't tell them you're seeing sound yea
Bursting
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