Lyrics:
dropping a football
So every time someone walks in the john I get Madden
"Shady, what up?" What? Come on, man, I'm crapping
And you're asking me for my
dropping a football
So every time someone walks in the john I get Madden
"Shady, what up?" What? Come on, man, I'm crapping
And you're asking me for my
look like a asshole
It's hard for me to tweak, 'cause you don't give a fuck
They say, "You ugly, Michael Christmas," well, that's just my luck
I'm
[Chorus]
2 Chainz, that's your best answer
Cup filled with pink, I'm supporting breast cancer
I might do that walk for the 5k
I get paid every time I
live by the G code we don't talk to police nigga that's a no no (no no)
And I got it for the low low (low low) we getting rich off this coco
I live by
your end goal uh (What is)
Two hundrede breakfast five hundred lunch three hundred dinner but says it ain't much
Baggies in clutch
What is your end goal
assume
But scratch that better take cover dodge the boom (Yeah)
Gotta kill it like Michael not Jackson but Vick (Why)
Get punished for the crime have em
in the mood, just go with the flow
And I can play rapping records and all disco
Like "Beat It," "Billie Jean," by Michael Jackson
Or the Treacherous
Imma sleep in wait on Sundays dinner
Do the math dog know the linear
Who are the real children of Israel
A few word just for who I offended
I rather
an album
Started doing shows and I ain't talking about no Malcolm
Going gig to gig and then repeat the cycle
One of us had even opened up for Michael
While
To fill a few bleachers
Mr cooper found grace call it high noon
Writin for the Triune
Call these verses Haiku's
These kids became my few
When I found thats
smooth and amazing
Wanna take you on a cruise or vacation
Little island where the rules for the breakin'
Two shots for me, two for you baby take 'em,
you've just seen the ghost of Jesus walking by
I never sleep
When trouble steals thoughts
From my restless mind for free, it could be (ohh)
the shaft I'm ready for action
Baby you know how we do it bigger
Rub on ya booty from the back while you cooking dinner
Seasoning ya ear full of sweet
just tryin' to get by
For that money on the side
There's no surprise
She's just tryin' to get by, oh I know
This ho lookin' for dollars
This ho
a Beck's and a Philly
'Cuz this L we 'bout to puff is for my nigga Billy
A hour passed
Dinner's ready, What's to eat?
I made spaghetti in clam sauce
See?
MF DOOM & MF Grimm - "Dragon’s
Blood + Cayenne = 1000 Degrees"
"There they go: the clown and the two thugs"
"Hey"
MF! MF! MF! MF! MF! MF! MF! MF!
Uh (Zaytoven)
I was scaling grams watching 'Yo MTV Jams' (for real)
Now I'm the richest nigga in my fam (for real)
Forty percent goes straight
that I'd flash the nine?
And walk off with your shit like it's mine?
I'ma keep sticking niggas until I'm living
I'll rob Boyz II Men like I'm Michael
body hug 2 lanes, balling on you niggaz like Tulane
Mr. Cooper couldn't even hang, pull up on my city you would be amazed!
French)
Got them hoes double-taking
Usually don't brag because it's nothing
But I gotta show my ass at least one time
Maybe two, three times
Just so they
THcT SHIT
ION REcLLY DO THcT SHIT
Verse 1:
Lately I been goin crazy man I'm in my own zone
People hittin up my line
I'm sorry I ain't been by
(Sitcom Laugh Track) rap Battle!
Barney Stinson! Versus!
Sheldon Cooper! Begin!
Ted, hold my drink
Where are all the blondes hidden?
I came here
one night (Uh)
I may have two sides, but they work together not apartheid
Yeah they work for the better always writin' letters
Always spittin' poems in
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