Lyrics:
like fool nigga
I don't really play by the rules
She callin me Bob when I build on that ass
And I hammer her out like a tool
Wait
Chief again prolly
But I got it for the low so I cram it down your throat
Ring ring ring ring this ain't who you thought
It was just a Teleterrorist phone sales derelict
Getting by in the end and ended up deep in debt
Working our asses off for degrees that won't reap a cent
Yeah that'll leave a dent, when you're two faced
of a mobster
See a nigga pass by
Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya
Got glocks for sale, red dots for sale
Anything that you need, believe me, I'm
think you're Tom Sawyer
'Til I pull you out the fuckin' storybook and stomp on ya
Fuckin' fictitional characters and fairytales
Prepare yourself for
And if a customer need help I never instigate
No nigga we ain't got no fucking sale
This is fucking hell doing retail
Shout out to all my Walmart workin
It's time to start the party if ya'll don't mind
Me and "E" clean our Adidas with 409
He rocks the highs,I dog the bass
Ya want to hear us rock?
yak
On my Tom Brady shit Callin' me the quarterback
I'm done goin', tit for tat
Everybody wanna talk and all I wanna do is rap
Play pretend when they
dog sad face
Put a down payment on my meal plan, just to see your shit eating grin
Save the frown for when you need to shed your skin,
Selling
to the metal
I'm rugged and rough for Cocoa Puffs, and yes, I love my Fruity Pebbles
So howdy, my partner, I starts to get meaner
So ask Bob for hope, nope, not
braille
Basquiat Boy, got me feeling like Jean-Michel
Got art for sale
Pack in the mail
Serving feigns
Got what you need
Fresh off the scale
They hear me
lil' man, right back in action again
That young nigga shit we still on it
My dog going through it I feel for him
She told me she love me I feel for
Guns, shootouts and crack sales
Black males who pack jails, trapped in hell
No peace, cold streets, surrounded by po-lice
This whole week,
here says he thinks you're wrapped too tight.
“But, by the way thanks for playing ‘Moon River' last night”
And his name is Rex Bob Lowenstein
(Dog, it's a dog)
(Payback is a dog)
(Dog, it's a dog)
(Payback is a dog)
Beep beep in ma Jeep Jeep, uhuhhhh
Red ruby got thirty fours (34s)
Hard
by how he share his pizza
The 60 40 special from a porky Ebeneezer
Reppin’ La Isla Bonita
Brace for the brain rot four eyes
Corners like a marble in
Play me nigga
You won't make it home to see your baby nigga
For sure gon have to fight where I come from won't be no maybe nigga
Don't play with my dog
highway for nine DayZ leave ate no Mercy in my eyes/they see sideways hardly partly not up to*M€* /
Flourish amongst reeds I seen the block bleed
Caves for eyes,
With a cliff for a jaw
That would go up 'n down,
And whenever it did,
He'd puff out some dust,
And hack up a boulder
(HACK!)
Hack
in the gutter and walk on by
Wake up, little Suzie, let's go for a drive
Cross the Trinity River, let's keep hope alive
Turn the radio on, don't
support him
I never thought you would sell out
You're becoming so cocky
I asked you for a picture after your show
You walked right by me, I'm like
How you niggas tryna play it ?,
Did this on my own ain’t have to ask no man for bread,
Pull up by that regions now I’m caught up with the feds,
This is marriage cuz ('cause)
They put two Crips in the ring
But for B, Blood is gonna pour
The hood real, they would
(wood) kill, no term might
Ay, I'm a baller, baby, he ain't got no game
I'm a big dog, baby, rock big chains
And I need a super freak like Rick James
Pop that ass for me,
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