Lyrics:
your eyes and
If I come by and put my finger in your butt
You're the one
Tom: I think that Satan has
A couple of comments tom
Satan: Well kids, it's
rapper
I smack rappers and have smack to trap
When you rap your rap
If I'm lookin' in ya face
It's cause I'm fuckin'
Lookin' for a place to clap
can't find myself
Lost in the middle of bland
Don't nobody play nowadays all these digital bands
Ain't nobody musicians no more lyrical cats
How can we go
And you somehow think you’re gonna
Get that level of joy
That my daughter had when she
Received those wolves and
When you’re sitting in traffic in your BMW
Craig pop dead lock
Usain Bolt couldn't outrun these red dots
If you really want a nigga to suffer
Fuck a headshot hit him in his heart
Have him grabbin'
Legs sprain in a ditch
I know that you're fake
I know that you're not okay
I know you want me by your side
I already told you to rest in peace
I have
Sorry if I can't get to the phone right now I was probably running home
Don't lose you're faith in me I'll keep my promises
If I said I'm gonna be there,
you've been warned
Please believe you're now lookin' at
Jesus in human form i'm Jet Li
Respect me like you speakin'
To Scooter Braun
The newest legend in
through got paper gotta have it
Under my damn bed
And I'm flippin red
If I get caught with keys I goin fed
But that ain't on my mind
No I'm not thinkin
You're gonna, hillbilly boy
Fire up that fiddle, play that Soldier's Joy
Fox On The Run, show 'em how it's done
Pass that jug of wine and let it shine,
know we stayin playa made, you know we gotta strive
To the T-o-p, thats the top man
Ima come through nigga down to bring the pain
If these hoes down
We gonna slide, On them fours here
Up in the D
We gonna show you how it goes here
Up in the D
You don't wanna see my bros here
Up in the D
Man all
can't play no home games, fuck it's all good
Stand on what you believe in like Martin Luther King would (facts)
Free Sheff G, the game can't wait
the violence, die in your silence
If you're not a god
Why the fuck are you fighting?
If you're not a god
Then I'm not even trying
No take backsies, bitch, you're
And then go home with my
Home girls and have fun
It seems like you're very versatile if
It's one thing that I would
Love for little girls to embrace from
hear a thing
I have got no service
In the club, you say, say?
Wha-wha-what did you say, huh?
You're breaking up on me
Sorry, I cannot hear you, I'm kind
cash
Wish you could slap in the damn clip in that motherfuckin' imaginary little hand gun you're brandishin'
Bitch, if you pull up with the stick, it's
Are we ever gonna feel the same?
Standing in the light till it's over, out of our minds
Someone had to draw a line
We'll be coming back for you one
then ran through the alley must have been a coward
No more hit 'em up like in the old days
homies scrab with Mack 10s and AKs
that's why I roll by
to ninety-nine
Even if you show up by yourself
You don't have to be alone
'Cause when they play that swing it only means one thing
You're gonna boogie till
it? No
Because I’m the truest, the
Rap influence, rap influenza
The sickest to do it hey, you gotta pay me
You gotta have a melee in the game
If you
up, I'm gonna find my feet
out in the middle of a big dance floor.
When I hear that fiddle, wanna beg for more.
Wanna dance to a band from a Lousian'
then. Eh? What do you mean,
stop pissing in the corner? Well if you'd let me out of this f'king room I wouldn't have to piss in the corner,
would I?
you gotta expand your game.
[K:] Lessons!
[J:] Y’know how Koby in the off season would go and like, learn a fucking,
y’know a Texas Two-Step
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