Lyrics:
on the shelf
Came with the team but I'll do it myself
12 Drummers drumming
I'll be the 12th
You talking so loud but we're using stealth
Jack Frost in Lacoste
Cuz
rock white gown
Boy getting popped fa like bow
Hit that boy Indy
Then run up them digits
I said you won't get it by fucking with bitches
I burn down
Me & Getmoney Dro ain't nothing funny though Yooo
Opts at my door and I'm like who sent em
Ima cut these pricks off call it Bruce Jenner
Too hot
Dicegeist
Black Jack
Black Jack
Codeine by the ocean
Fuckin with those gas masks
Mixin up a potion
Main man I can
I'm in it to win it
If you wanna fuck with
seat
Pass by the white people at the beer garden
Pick up artists at a white bitch hollerin', Talkin' bout
Hey, Uh the fuck? Yo, what's up? Yo, What's up
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea this shit just make you wanna dance huh
Yea
Yea
M F more flames i'm a hot boy
Yea
Yea
Ha
Ha
Ha
Yea, M F more flames i'm ah
a scrambler
Now I'm grand to her, shorty back might damage her
Who's this here, state my facts, and react
And saturate brains with a plate of hot wax
The same thing that make you laugh
You gon' cry from
Laugh now, cry later but your time will come
And if you live by the gun
You could die from one
winds doth shake thine darling ass away
By fires hot as summer
While thine shining eyes shall lead astray
Thine dimming brain's a bummer
By chance, my
that or i jack and you can trust that
you'd rather see me in the studio, than me at your house and see your jewelry go
?? make the beat tight we
about respect?
I'll put your bitch in check, and I'll bet
You won't run up, son of a punk and a bitch, too
I shoulda did a drive by on you and your
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
White or black
Comin' for that
If we feel we need it
We say we not conceited
But this considered heated
It's hella hot
And at the top
I'm a call it
of these
One of these honies please
Runnin'
You got 'em just runnin'
And I seen 'em all fight over you,
It's so funny
You ain't phased by one yet
They keep
Verse 1-
Step in the club with my air force one's
In the back of the club I got air force guns
Full of that red, white, and blue - I'm +Amped Up+
just sit back and laugh
Givenchy off-white I spilled drip on my ravs
Hold on wait sit back
Got sent to the top homie thought he was fast
Reese gone up
Man, don't think you untouchable in the land of Jack
Brrat, brrat, all them sticks in the heat of the night
Yellow tape and white chalk be a familiar
Yeah, bought a new white Wraith, last night, nearly crashed it
Spinning out on the highway, 720 in the ass
Bad bitch in the passenger, seen her
humongous, is y'all's verse mine?
Step on the mic I can't stop my leg like Robert Cline
Giant robot make you feel very low shame
I am so hot in my skills
Tripper
Take a night swim with a hot skinny dipper
Beautiful lips that outline her bikini
Topic is lust lips sipping a martini
Let's start this off by
is a habit
If u got some gas then roll it up and ima Match it
Bud got white hairs on it like a rabbit
Rollin doja mixed w wax and hash yeah that's
us
Low T Kweli? Rest in pieces
One hot album, every 20 years average
One half lame, and the other half savage
Too bad Mos Def did all the fuckin'
I showered was quite some time ago
Surrounded by a bunch of fat white Englishmen
Nose is burned hands smell like sex wax
Still a bit dizzy from last
a scrambler
Now I'm grand to her, shorty back might damage her
Who's this here, state my facts, and react
And saturate brains with a plate of hot wax
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