Lyrics:
'll school yo ass like a teacher
Hmu if you want you a feature
Rap or sing it fam I can do either
Puttin on for my grand call her nieta
Roll my hittas stay
Come round by my side and I'll sing you a song
I'll sing it so softly, it'll do no one wrong
On Birmingham Sunday the blood ran like wine
and the silverware
I'd dry-fuck her till I nut in my underwear
"Now, let's me contestant number two
He's a psychopathic, deranged, crackhead freak
Who works for
Wake up, time to die
Will I get shot by Rachel or Ironhide?
Who'd have thought op disguised was Alpha 5?
Ayiyi, fear, blue lights shall incite
I
just like I’m Kyrie with the switch
My money talkin speaking Spanish imma translate with the wrist
Cause I just care about the figures I can’t care
swagger like puff
No one on the corner have swagger like puff
Swagger like us, swagger like puff
Sing this song for me bitch
Hey yo P give me my gun
flavor
I'm a skyscraper by nature
Down wit my number one neighbor, Common
From the city of Illinois, you
Destroy when we bombin, what? Off the top-a
Let's all sing Pop Goes The Weasle
Pop goes the, pop goes the windin' of the weasel
I see the empty pocket needs a refill
I got a squad with
all that
Plus the feds tappin my music I get all that
I'm THE public industry number one
Public industry number two is my whole crew R-O-C
And I ain't
this freedom how can I explain?
I told Muni in that cell "come we try escape"
Free to not be a number call me by my name
Now I'm free to run the game
But them hoes make me sin tho
Ill get Ahiyah Then you my hebrew credo
Just dig your Own grave
Ahuh
Its a Steep hole
Putha, I speak spanish
the angels sing
I'd ask you to marry me give you the sun for a diamond ring
If I could I'd do those things
Now If I were a preacher baby, my sermon would
to make up by bed
Upon the toilet I think very hard
Love's in the tune of my Spanish guitar
And we're together now, harmony's been found
And the Spanish
And Rachel & Ross took a hell of a loss
Well maybe they’re better off Friends
I know them by heart, all these slow burning arcs
But I don’t know who’s writing
Let's all sing Pop Goes The Weasle
Pop goes the, pop goes the windin' of the weasel
I see the empty pocket needs a refill
I got a squad with
He's my number one guy, he doesn't even have to try
He makes me happy when I feel sad
When I get angry he makes me glad
When I need a touch he's
the crowd sings,
Ling lnig ling
Right now, gotta stack up my numbers
Gotta make sure that the
Phone line rings
They asking where do i come from
I just say,
Since I can remember
I've been dreaming
Dreams have been
Loved by everyone
I was a girl
In my own world
The only friends I had
Then were my
SUCKA
You beat down my father and you raped my mother Africa
And now you want to laugh at her
I feel like pickin up a razor, and slashin ya
Snatch
Timberland the boot
Kush is by prescription, prolific in the kitchen
People on my dick because I'm vicious with the diction
House shoes and some khakis
You got the celly now, here's the Cali number too
Running into you ain't no coincidence (no)
I sung this part already, but I'll sing it again for you
transit
Trizz Nathaniel to you, can you handle my crew?
Bend over by the fridge and hand me your brew
This is how we do, that's just how you do
like you
Like my hoes
2 by 2
Like my doors
Suicide too
Number one
In my crew
Number one
You number 2
I do me
You do you
Ima Zoe
Red and blue
Where she go
work on Sharon
Sharon, what's your question?"
"Contestant number one,
I believe first impressions last forever
So let's say you were to come over to my
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