Lyrics:
listen what the dean wrote.
Her dad cut her off, did you make the dean's list?
No daddy. It seems I made the mean list
Surely the dean can't mean this.
It
used to smoke turned into some green
You know I ain comin' by myself, I'm showin' up with a whole team
You can't see him in my pocket, every strap came
tripping and undecided
Then you heard dude your money views are lopsided
You're lead by the counselor to encounter the dean
Ran into his son you saw it ain’t
'm feeling serene
My girl a scholar
That makes me a dean
Turn down my collar
I'm looking pristine
Jah is our father
We have what we need
Which art in heaven
I
before
Still walks through hell
Shuddered from the nonsense
He feels an awful pain
Horrified by their laughter
I wish he was waitin' for me
I wish he was
Def making a movie!
True Story, True Story, Sit back Grab Ya Popcorn
You aint got to like me, I was called by Jesus
You aint got to like me, she was
green shit
Getting head by some bitch who made the dean's list
Hair graded, talking Tony the Tiger
Ridin' in that white Mercedes, I call it Delilah
his shirt, he opens up a cold one
Ol' Carl Dean's a fool, but it takes one to know one
Music's playing up and down the block
Mostly Christian, blues,
I mean by it
You should re-try it
I'm on my Dean, you be on a dean-diet
And I dont even like it
Everytime you rap it, I swear I close my eyes
I wish I
to rock all my brother's clothes
Now designer brands, got a bunch of those
Got a bunch of diamonds and a bunch of gold
Ridin' by the cops, I'm like fuck
a hitman wanted by the Interpol
Ain't sipping lean because I'm a rap fiend
When living this dream need the focus keen
In this school of thought I'll be
contemplating plans
For the next diamond heist
Art thieves and jewel connoisseurs
I study every part of they mind and
Make my rhyme better than yours
Elevated by
crutchin' if I touch it then it's Mr. Clean (Mr. Clean)
I be reppin' in yo' section me my nigga Dean (Dean)
Ghost boys (Ghost boys), in a Ghost, nigga
Mitchell, and Dean
It follows a pattern if you dig what I mean
Halderman, Ehrlichman, Mitchell, and Dean
It follows a pattern if you dig what I mean
And what
consider it cah I look like joker (Yah man)
I love the color red anytime I have sweet dreams it's there in the theater (Manchester)
R.I.P Granny R.I.P J Dean
on August 21st
This summer was by far the worse
By far the worse
By far the worse
By far the worse (My_Kayla you hear me?)
Now I'm 3 cousins down
And my
tonight.
1st CHORUS
Kiss me right here girl just like I'm James Dean
Runaway rebels lost in a dream
Top down, live now, highway moon dancing on the water
Dean Martin & Jerry Lewis
DM) Has she got naughty eyes
DM) Yes she has got naughty eyes
DM) That certain that certain party
DM) You know the one I
I ain't Muslim but I'm on my dean
Fashion Creme De La Cream
Yo girl unzip my jeans
That's a hit like bada bing
Niggas always talking
Tell 'em pull up
crime
An innocence lost
At the Deans Ave Mosque
Walking from room to room
Sparing no one who couldn't escape soon
Old or young, didn't discriminate
Like
of Megalodon killed by a swordfish
Take your orphan portion
So Captain Crunch rushed through the brunch
Milk mustache looking grown and tough
Like I could buy
me gased up
Hear it with me cold Dean dick now assed up
See I be rocking truey and my belt by Louie
I hope that ain't your girl cause I know you
You might have seen one out in Minnesota
Or maybe down by the sea in Sarasota
But they were made back in Worcester Mass
Of aluminum and bakalite
the guard block and at the shoe shine
Yeah he just got word about his man james dean from queens
Hit a bank and shot a guard in the spleen
With bill blast,
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