Lyrics:
about me was true and legendary
I done got Lewinsky and paid secretaries
For all my niggas with babies by bitches
That use their kids as meal tickets
holler
Bang her head all along the wall
If she don't give me what I want
She ain't gonna have no head at all
Bamboozled by love
I said she fooled around
the air, y'all, yeah (what up, Brooklyn?)
And just clap your hands, yo, yo (oh)
Freak, freak y'all and you don't stop (feel free, y'all)
To the beat,
the air, y'all, yeah (what up, Brooklyn?)
And just clap your hands, yo, yo (oh)
Freak, freak y'all and you don't stop (feel free, y'all)
To the beat,
bright lens)
I go through a lot, you still'll see me strikin'
I don't know why I drive this bitch like I'm excited (I'm excited)
Shawty, do me one favor
section like a G (Steve)
Red seats bloody like I fuck with Cardi B (Blood)
Push start like I stole it, it don't need a key (skrrt)
I got a bad habit
the heart i had and ended up all by myself
I try to be a goodfella like I'm Ray Liotta
I try to quit my drinking but they just don’t like me sober
I walked
Writer: Steve Goodman
It was all I could do to keep from cryin'
Sometimes it seemed so useless to remain
But you don't have to call me darlin'
never even called me by my name
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride
And you don't have to call me Merle
don't call me a rapper I'm more than that
By the way
See it's Usain Bolt on a bitch how I snap on tracks
By the way
Turn these thousands to millions,
Like Guatemala
Let me tell you bout the first L I took
Hated on a hater my hatred gru steve carell I'm shook
By these dope feens rolling deep like
Don't talk like that to me
'Less you're looking to be
Hung from my tree
I am the king of Minecraft, give me my crown
Or you can just commit
never even called me by my name.
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings.
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride.
And you don't have to call
Benz)
I don't see them through these red Ray-Ban lens (in my lenz)
I don't see them (king)
I don't see them (ion see em)
I don't see them (ion see em)
I
swag me out, swag me out (Woo)
I don't give a fuck, swag me out (Swag)
Oh, ho, where the fuckin' hoes?
Hoes, hoes, where the fuckin' hoes?
Hoes, hoes,
to come,
But don't you fret cuz so am i
If you wanna lend an ear, like you van goh, here's some advice
If you raise (rays) a couple david's, then you bound
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Steve vai (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Warren
betting it
See through you like x-rays
You always be so opaque
But I’m raising stakes, and the time I take
Over-qualify me even when I’m faded, babe
I could
Pull up in a brand new body
Next gen like Kylie
Hit me with venom but I got the antidote I can't be snaked by nobody
No nobody
Shawty need gas she
me straight
I can't live without her I fuck her everyday
Shawty stayed by my side when I started grindin'
She da main reason why a nigga shinin'
who the fuck is lil Steve
If I hop on the beat then it's getting devoured
These niggas don't know
I'm stacking a tower
Ain't rollin wit me if you move
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)
Steve vai (guitar)
Johnny "guitar" watson (guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (guitar, vocals)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
from
Steve jobs in my city i'm the real one
cnd I won't let bananas split if I don't peel nothin
Ya see
I need a piece I feel like frank white
I been
call em street sweepers
So i keep it g don't wanna meet people gotta be discreet
They a squil turn the will on you throw the book at chu
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