Lyrics:
Marcus
Will Smith, Hanson, Marilyn Manson
Everybody talk about
Pop music
Talk about (pop, pop, pop music)
Talk about, talk about
What?
Talk about
neden's haunted, don't remind me
Her panties were scary though, I will admit
With the tag reading WoolWorth's 1986
I almost needed a crowbar, a hammer
neden's haunted, don't remind me
Her panties were scary though I will admit
With the tag reading Woolworth's 1986
I almost needed a crowbar, a hammer,
pull up on 'em they vegan
He better chill, he don't wanna get left, I ain't T-Boz, I'm creepin'
I will come while you sleepin', you don't want me
in, and fell with
Fate know who the real is
I'm a motherfucking realist
I am legend call me Will Smith
King kong game got nothing on me (preach)
You gon
digs
A good place to live
Then create a couple kids, trust me
You’re not abandoning me
‘Cause I will always be your family tree
Sitting by myself,
I'm determined
Bro said I'm a word smith, I ain't certain
If it fits my character
I'll write three songs like this in a day
Sit back and have a laugh
got them traits
Do a hunnid, engine running
We can crash, yo mistake
Planet of the apes, ten shots in this stock clip
I will let the Smith rip,
we gig the crowd is very big
They yell like Barry Gibb going...aaaaahhhhh
My skill and ability's cooler than billy dee
Will when I'm in the facility
to the money that relationship goals
Never will I fold, pay me what you owe
It ain't a cougar trine holla when I wave the 44
Money don't change niggas it only
established, lean back
Trip off how they react
Nicky for strictly
Just for the sticky like the tree sap
Trixie got them
I let the beat blast time is money
Til
on chrome
I got zones and I'm dumpin' them cheap
So holla back and we can make some dolla stacks
And we can all live fat 'cause I...
[Chorus] x 2
Keep
everyday
We blowin bitches back out in every way
We dumpin' on fools who be actin hard
Your whole damn family will get blown off
Cause you ain't worth shit
a battlefield of demons but I never fled
I hated everything, didn't care about the fashion choice
Nihilism had me by the throat but I held my pride
I swore I
I
Will not write back?
Tell me do you think I'm out here killin
Mofuckas everyday like a veteran inside Iraq?
Do you think I really wanna
Throw my
what you your thinking fool
Budabuh buh
Man will get slide and tackle without the ball
Think you know everything
But you don't know nutton at all
Maybe I could be your Will Smith and you could be my Jada Pinkett
Your bath water, I would drink it
Wait that's weird, I didn't mean it
I just wanna
smoke
Mothership, microchips get injected
In my throat all off the books
Taxes implemented by the fascists
Got me lighting books of matches
Burning cities
the stick
You know he don’t mess around
I been fucked up in prison, I'm back in town
I got the Smith
I will shoot shit over seven pounds
One Direction in my
What I do
What I do
I just pulled up ekasi naba ngani bami
Swag on the hunnid
At the corner store with all my phandas
On the grind holla if you
Will you please take your seats
And clear the isle
Mic check
I be doing things on my own, and ain't no need for a mentor
Girls want to see me
the streets so, who you telling
After your death maybe your shit will start selling
[Lil' Rob]
Hey homeboy why you want to start shit, I'll shoot up your
the streets so, who you telling
After your death maybe your shit will start selling
[Lil' Rob]
Hey homeboy why you want to start shit, I'll shoot up your
through the street
Handle business, pullin' all nightas, and losin' sleep
Do what I gotta do
"Hey, I'mma holla at y'all later, I'ma get at you
I
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