Lyrics:
my rotten life
No chance for me I don't feel alive
There's no man in black who could save my life
There's no flash for me I still wanna die
I'm sad
Ha Ha haha I'm back in this bitch boy Great Tate nigga back like Freddy or something in this bitch Jason or Michael Myers nigga I'm a terrorist out
Sammy Adams, lazy boy
Matty Trump
Yeah, Boston stand up, we got 'em
Oh, oh, oh
Baby, you been driving me crazy
Can you be my lady?
Can you be my
A lotta flash and some glitz with
Just a smidgeon of taste
A sexy blonde or brunette
Someone that I've never met
Let's go for way OTT, I wanna disappear me
The festival was over, the boys were all plannin' for a fall
The cabaret was quiet except for the drillin' in the wall
The curfew had been lifted
Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy
When your mouth about that shooting
You find out that we been shooting all along
Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy
You get caught without
Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy
When your mouth about that shooting
You find out that we been shooting all along
Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy
You get caught without
non-existent bitches missin'
I gave it Robert Rudolf
Or Puss in boots with his boots off
I had a new boss
Check the southern slang boy gotta troop drawn
missin'
I gave it Robert Rudolf
Or Puss in boots with his boots off
I had a new boss
Check the southern slang boy gotta troop drawn
>From East point to New
named Screw
And I got that boy Key-C in here
And that boy Poyo in these hoes' ear
And we coming through wit that boy Fliggity Flea
Coming out the 3,
named Screw
And I got that boy Key-C in here
And that boy Poyo in these hoes' ear
And we coming through wit that boy Fliggity Flea
Coming out the 3,
I'm back Boy, a Black Boy wit Black Joy
Fresh, Fly on top of that, I'm Black Boy
Fist High, a Black Boy with Black Joy
All Real, off top, no cap boy
blending
Bitch I'ma send it
Blue lights flash, X5 by the exit
Diving erratic, man this rides too hectic
Watch when I let rip, feds get left quick
Leave
Stab me in my back
Blinded by the camera flash
Pyromaniac
See you ready strike the match
Stab me in my back
Blinded by the camera flash
Pyromaniac
and fame
But will anyone remember my name?
Flash and burst! On and on!
Reinforced by the roar!
The part of my squad is already dead
Some due
play
dumb
boy, you're smarter than that It's my thing The rhythmatic style keeps
the
rhymes flowin' The friends already bitin' without you
this
We got my mella yella boy on the drums, We got Stan "the Guitar Man"
Dropping the rhythm. We got LA Dre on the keyboard and I want the whole
good noise
Take a picture on my polaroid
Flash Flash
Uh
Slide, finger snap, down the wall
Rise
(Pretty girls looking out for bad boys)
Slide, finger
the fuck I want
Don't need you, nothing to prove
No need to flash new shit I bought
Get the fuck out my background boy
I swear to god you about to make me
lit up the wood boy I'm gacking and chocking
Face them back to back now we laughing and joking
Got that bitch in my pants boy I'll flash it it's poking
Eh turn it back boy
Turn it back boy
It showing real grainy dey now boy
Na right dey right dey right dey good right dey good
Yea yea yea yea yea
Oh
that he sang was for you
In a flash, he was gone, it happened so soon
What could you do?
Black velvet and that little boy's smile
Black velvet with that
Baby boy, come here boy
Catch a vibe, catching flights
I avoid other boys
Like alkaline, you so fine
Don't you let me finish this Hennessy by myself
hundred boys
Three hundred happy boys
three hundred happy boys
Summer has passed us by in a flash
Faster than a finger crossing a map
A few of the faces I
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