Lyrics:
Hey baby you forgot your Ray Bans
And my sheets still orange from your spray tan
It was more than soft porn for the K-man
She remember my Sprinter,
whenever he spoke
W:1850, really nifty
Millard Fillmore's in
Y:Young and fierce was Franklin Pierce
The man without a chin
D: Follows next
your boy's scalp (Boom)
Meth'll manhandle your man and you
I ain't even gon' let him do that, bo-blap
Blam dude don't get your hands dirty, son
Son gon'
old
Ringin' around the collar, borrowin' a dollar, check my balls
Dirty drawers, see the kitty suckin' titties
Video watchin' lush from the city
Look, If I blow and start standing out
One of my boys will control my Instagram account
My weed man's my ak so he'll make sure there's grams about
shots for a nigga like 3 dimes
Niggas undercover like a cold nigga
I'mma break her back like old nigga
Brave enough to stand by my gun you a bold nigga
flexin' and be stuntin'
On the locals with my heckin' Lambo (Yeah)
They shipped out my Lambo to Tokyo
Riding the hood till we all be old
Stay making money
a flash
All my life counted out, like Jay don't matter
Now they see me pissed off like an old man's bladder
I be the armored umpire, for the jackass
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
man by
The side of the road
Just where he came from nobody knows
He's so picturesque, a physical wreck
A dirty old bloke with no self-respect ow!
Oh
rapping to the hoochies
Dirty old fat hoes come up with a smoochie
Hoochie coochie la la la la
I might pull your tongue out your mouth
And try to hang
powder
People hanging in spots
They waited until the blocks got hot
And got raided by the cops
I'll explain the man sleeping in the rain
His whole
Changing in the booth
Hundred proof in my belly
Wild Turkey is my water
Head a little hotter
Scarred by demons
Harry Potter
Not a guy to fuck with
See me
Boo bitch, Spooky Girl's here
Spooky Boy's out, I'm takin' over this year
Now it is the season I am goin' trick-or-treating
Black cat by my side
(You're a Wizard Harry)
Ayo, I got a pistol and it's staying by me
I got a lot of issues, so my death is anticipated highly
That was me
Man this one gonna be a little different
A lot of y'all askin me to be lyrical me
You know what I mean?
Old school me but
I wanna incorporate some
I'm waiting by the corner of your street, it smells like cigarettes
You ask me who I wanna be? A man with no regrets
And I drive fast to relieve
tunaitafutia jina
FVO: Not that old man, the musician!
MVO: Ahhh
FVO: And then they are lookin at us, they are likeWajakoya!
MVO: Yes
Verse 1
Akili ni
Potnas is two faced
Man, I had to face it
These potnas is two faced
Man, I had to face it
New faces, cool peoples
Get closer, do evil
The art
Why are we racing to be so old?
I'm up late pacing the floor
I won't be told
You have your reservations
I'm bought and sold
I'll face
Why are we racing to be so old?
I'm up late pacing the floor
I won't be told
You have your reservations
I'm bought and sold
I'll face the music
I'll
and he was 38 years old.
Man, and without hearing that voice. Without hearing that, whether it?s the actually the physical audible voice of your father
greasey I'm a big lip you
A'yo your man'll can get slid with you
You and the squad takin to galoshes
I hold the engineer for hostage
And spit from
Hoping that it pays off
Doing all the dirty work
Hope you get the stains off
Trying to get a raise bruh
Man you're getting laid off
Started rapping told em
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