Lyrics:
named Screw
And I got that boy Key-C in here
And that boy Poyo in these hoes' ear
And we coming through wit that boy Fliggity Flea
Coming out the 3
baby write his whole name in all caps,
I drive to peak, I sit down just to stand on my feet,
I'm so annoyed by you I'll go back to the Jurassic age just
Yuh, one year ago X died, he was just gon' cop a bike
But four people ran up on sight, pulled the trigger, took his life
Now they watchin' his
basket. And
finally Oliver St John-Mollusc (G.C.), Harrow and the Guards, thought
by many to be this year's outstanding twit. Now they're moving up
feet
You see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello
To the black, to the white, the red and the brown
The purple and yellow, but first, I gotta
One, two, three...
BILLY the Mountain
BILLY the Mountain
A regular picturesque
Postcardy mountain
Residing between lovely
Rosamond and Gorman
on a stingray while riding a bike
Made a little three-year-old cry cause I stole his little trike
Yeah my mountains of cash so big that you could take a hike
I'm
Load the car with the bike
I'm out for a ride
Set to murder the park
Ain't that a homicide
I drive into the place, theres some lads smoking darts
We were four Teens, that agreed were the same
Yas, Boris, Bettina, and our Joe to name
If it wasn't for you three would've truly went insane
[Pre-Chorus]
One, two, three
One, two, three
One, two
One, two, three
[Hook 1]
I'm a' count to three
By the time I get to three
Everybody in this b
Better be
Three cars a day
In the second I bit em I get em I hit em I
Incarcerate
Spot the date
Couple a fate
A supple I may
Believe in fay
Rhyming all day
Yeah
Sum
[Lil'Flip]
Lil' Flip
Represent
7-1-3
Now when you see me in the Lamborghini speeding, bumpin Screw
I know you see my license plate, "Lil' Flip
spinning we got us like eight keys
Only three people but with all these irons we like eight deep
We don't shoot out the car we hop out on feet
Get up with my
was his jaw), it dropped thirty feet!
Ooh, a bunch of dust puffed out! rocks and boulders hacked up,
(hack! hack! hack! hack hack! hack! hack!)
charging three thousand for a line on a feat
Ya shawty a bird I could tell by the beak
I be counting my chips
I said baby don't fuck the kid
With endurance,
by the pound each round I swear down before it looked abit stouter
I'm tryna go far in life
Ain't got time to be starting fights
CP3 manna guarding
, car, bike
Hear the wolf, alright, 'Ventador, dark night
I ain't fond of play, I can get you gone today
Snatch ya kid from your babymoms make her Jon
up
We ‘bout to dip then I saw a civic
The three of us knew it
another event was about to pivot
The car was full, all the seats taken
The driver
I told y'all motherfuckers I was coming back (oh shit)
What now, nigga? What now?
What? Brewster Projects, nigga
One shot, two shot, three
I told y'all motherfuckers I was coming back (oh shit)
What now, nigga? What now?
What? Brewster Projects, nigga
One shot, two shot, three
nicely
I wrecked my car, I ride my bike
But some asshole came and stole my seat
He didn't give a damn about my life
So now I only travel by my feet
hood)
(The real hood, like three pair of pants)
My friends, I'll say it clear (pair of sneakers)
(My moms is busting her ass) State my case
(Nigga,
in a bubble, treading the same path
Pavements a track and our feet are the train cars
Kids only play in the streets and the named parks
Can we go back
them, I'm still hoppin' out of foreign cars
I'm a born star and I'm a porn star
I catch you slippin' with triggers and really hit a nigga
By myself, I
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