Lyrics:
know why)
At the same damn time (motherfuckers is trying to even
At the same damn time (touch this motherfucker)
I'm on Pluto, I'm on Mars (niggas'
know why)
At the same damn time (motherfuckers is trying to even
At the same damn time (touch this motherfucker)
I'm on Pluto, I'm on Mars (niggas'
of the Barclay, next to Jay Z and Beyonce
All my dark days, are what made me, until we part ways, I'll go crazy
Like a lost mind, but I lost mine, when I lost time
(tell 'em girl)
Hey yo, my rolls be Liberace
And my bedroom is off the hook all day, designed by Versace
Y'all just watch me, this is how I blow up
Her without prosthetic versions i have
Had plenty of time to search my memory
Though, because here on this couch
In this room, during this interview,
sing this song
Nigga please, I'm carefree, it's really me
Love to my brother peace to my enemies
Godson the one to blow your mind like Kennedy
Flo cold
I'm still burning duct tape.)
Bitch!
Nigga, this rap shit slow?
I'll be back selling blow
Posted right there by the store
Selling narcotics for
TICAL
As I walk in the shadow of death
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
Your host this even Mr H-O-T
N-i-x, you get splashed with the Tec
Nobody
can?t do that in there, this is the broom closet!
SMOCK
We?re engaged!
KWIRK
Well, disengaging report back to your stations. Humph! Oh, I must be
your mind out of being in jail!
I told her I didn't want her to wear
Any panties so I can look at
Her pussy and shit one time but since
I never wear
Well, there was this movie I seen one time
About a man riding 'cross the desert and it starred Gregory Peck
He was shot down by a hungry kid trying
incapable of being big bro'd by older guys
I'm sorry if your feelings were hurt don't have time for shoulder cries
Did you hear this cadence and think that it
the bitch down
when this shit hit the store its gonna blow like wind
i bet you everybody know its the return of the twins
we out here workin again, tryin
My main [?], how you doin'? where you goin'?
Baby where's your rush, can I take it?
A little moment of your time [?]
Couldn't meet you mind, you
Yes you blow my mind
Girl you blow my mind everytime that you walk by
Can i get your number baby
Can i get your number baby
Can i get your number baby
Fuck who got next cuz I got now
Heading to the top while you talk down
Family on my back and they stay proud
Didn't get where I'm at by sitting
of the Starship TICAL
As I walk in the shadow of death
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
Your host this evening for H-O-T
N-I-S, you get splashed with the Tec
down (tell 'em girl)
Ay yo, my rolls be Liberace
And my bedroom is off the hook all day, designed by Versace
Y'all just watch me, this is how I blow
am
Being attacked by your accusations simply
Because i got us
In court to help fix this the custody matter?
Why did i have to take you to court to see
Need to get a lot of
Stuff off my chest i want everyone
To know that your dreams
Are not invalid this is
An autobiography of ideology, I need to do
much background in political
Science but this much I know: Attending
Rallies sponsored by 110-percent
Anti-Communist cultists
Or donning white sheets
perfected my structure
Writ a mixtape, I'm ahead like your skull is
Quick 'em with pace
Some are left where the gun is
Sky-high ain't above this
Mike Myers
Who asked you to run your mouth?"
She was right though
It was time to take a trip down south
And to this very day, when I think of how
I was livin'
them times I compromised my bottom lines
And thought of rhymes that sodomized your daughter's minds
Then I'm like dollar signs
But I may fight for gay
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