Lyrics:
quit your day job
Always searchin' for your purpose, call that iSpy
It's about time you retired, you just turned twenty five
Thoughts of suicide? nah I
causing a boggle, boggling, the toggle, toggling to God, I got love in abundance in heavenly hundreds, consume me oh lord, I'm in love with your model
Gog
Five hundred and fifty-five syllables to go
Split em' with subliminal intentional dentinal pro
Unlimited flow unriveted, inhibited, vindited
Now you
these entire societies inside of societies
And survivors still remain alive (Release) emcees
Thriving to flow, opting to go
Five hundred and fifty-five
ridin'
This shit is SouthBound
They said to keep it hundred like I got ah fucking choice
I'm just rolling with it all like the chrome on ah Royce
I'm in
finger, fuck the hair up at all our concerts
Maybe if I cared less, I'd wear a hair net
But now my eyes, ten million by twenty five
Dropped out of Lone
doin' 'bout ninety-five
Bumper to bumper and side by side
Mabellene, why can't you be true?
Woah, Mabellene, why can't you be true?
You done started
Always
The Ink Spots
Written by Irving Berlin
This version not released as a single
Five versions charted in 1926, two in 1944, and two more in
said, hundred years from now
He hit a chord that rocked the spinet
And disappeared into the infinite
And up until the present day
You can take it
Day Five
Nuala,
Your generosity knows no bounds
Five gold rings! When the parcel arrived I was scared stiff that it might be more birds, because
Living one day at a time
Like it's your last
Don't know if I'll last
Reliving the shit of my past
Running away 100-Yard dash
Out of my element
insane if I loose my baby
I love you to death
I really want to marry you
Smile to my face every day
Seen you walk by back right on the balcony
Thinking
(Let's get it)
We can do it, do it all night long
Crazy how the time flies (Crazy)
By the minute still living like it's nine five (Ninety five
hours all in a day
I sent her flowers, ain't talkin roses, I'm talkin' maoda
Ask if she "Ha-ha-ha", I really doubt it (ha-ha-ha)
Took her through
mehn it's all about the Naira
To ma people working 9 to 5 from day and night to make am mehn we gat to make the Naira
Some dey use their hand work
the heater
Ante-uppin' any tit for a tat
And blowin' reefer
Livin' day-by-day to make ends meet
With sausage links
And drowning all my stresses in Hennessy
making plays
Like a hunnid a day
I'm on my way on my way
Give a fuck what you say
Tired of being played by these niggas
Tired of being betrayed by these
commanded them to make all sit down by companies upon the green grass.
And they sat down in ranks, by hundreds, and by fifties.
And when he had taken the five
like a 100 pair of them bitches I don't even know which ones to wear
Hahaha
Let's goooo
2020 I fucked around and I found my zone
You be repping by
game (outta here)
I copped some Sc's (Sc's) then I rocked some Louis V (Louis V)
Dnd don't text me, don't call me don't wanna see it (nah)
Stop chasing
all we learned in school
Not that we gave Hussein five billion
Not of our new bed partner the Syrian
And of course no mention of the Palestine
on hundreds, I'm ready to die, ayy
And by the way, we gettin' high today
Heaven's to Betsy, your bitch on my testies
I hit 'em like Messi, a mile away (ooh)
(Nick, you're stupid)
Yeah, they tryna ride the wave like a jet-ski (like a, uh)
Hundred bitches on my line tryna sext me (tryna sext me)
Yeah,
and try to waste mine
Let me know how revenge feels and what it tastes like
One day, went to my boy's house
Stepped outside the crib, then he said to me
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