Lyrics:
skin I'm under attack
And don't tell me just comply
Cause they still will take my life
How do you think it feels to fear for your life
Cause they don't
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
the DVD
And said Michael is there something that you need to say to me?
Well I don't know how to tell you.
You can tell me any
Thing that you want
autograph
Swear to God nigga! Swear to God!
I'm sure his ass won't make a confession
But they can tell by your facial
Expression it's not a lie
You can't
And during Y2K, I had a bootleg DVD watchin' Friday (yay yay)
So what I'm tryna tell ya, "Pump yo brakes, respect your elders"
Baby-baby
I'm comin'
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
it I punt it
Out the park I'ma shark
See me lurk in the dark
This is not what you want
I'ma keep this shit blunt
All your statures is chump
Attack if
I want you to be the way I want you to be
And when you're not it hurts me like shredded tape,
Something sticky for security wrapped tight around
Feelin' blanket a little squeamish
But I didn't want it to stop
My uncle said now, Tez don't piss your pants
Everybody laughed and presented to watch
the ocean
Daddy's little girl smiling
While I'm out swimming with the dolphins
Holla at the waiter
Can I get a sex on the beach?
Baby girl want an orgasm
as hell
Nobody wants to see you in Expendables 12
And yes, you tower over me
That much is clear truth is
I'm even shorter than your football career
You
of dolls here's a barbie dvd
Or curious george or tom and jerry
I got books and puzzles and games and more
And for far less than what you would pay
niggas relaxing (Ho)
And the main reason I'm passing 'em:
Like Michael Vick
I'm faster than your quarterback
I bring that order back
Ain't fucking with
some serious funk
I wouldn't buy you a car, no diamonds and shit
All the time talkin' about your fake-ass gifts
George bought you a ring, John bought
a mad gyal, I'ma mad man
All she wants is fucking sex
I'm in libs just spent five jibs
I'm done for the night, let's give it a fucking rest
Fuck opps,
could be somebody, cause the world to change
Where we don't care about sex, we don't care bout your race
RIP George Floyd in our hearts you're engraved
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
shit?
Walking dead, angels spend their last days by me,
New Jersey Giant like Dave Tyree,
Young George or Jonathan Chat,
Your guns clap,
Mine will go
George Michael confessed...
The only thing he Wanted more than Sex was the Star Trek
Original Series box set
Set the phasers to stun
Arm photon
by Michael Bay
She so fucking goofy, when I fucked her, she said bitch, slay
Bitch, I'm the biggest villain, feel like I'm fucking Slade
your juicy balls
Slapping on her clitorus
I can clearly see the shit
I'm standing here across the room
In the corner, by the broom
I think that I'm about
dropping dimes CP3
Angel to dust PCP
Guess I'm old school like DVDs
But I'm new school on your TV screens
Yeah brudda believe in me
Try find someone that can
albums that don't completely suck,
Stop puttin DRM onto audio CDs,
That don't make it any harder to steal your MP3s,
If I want your shit for free, I ain't
Laundry mat hoes, who want clothes?
I flow checks, one followed by six o's (six o's)
I got hoes, in codes, in different areas
Four ton whips that's
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