Lyrics:
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
like mid-major March Madness
Players against favorites, I'm just saying
I'm in this like Deshaun Watson playing Nick Saban
And I'm on beat breaks, till I
I suc-ceed
Yeahhh, yeahhh, and this is how victory tastes
So I'ma spit in ya face!!!
Kevin!
[Chorus - Kevin Rudolf & (Lil Wayne)]
Singing ay yo oo
Better open your eyes turn a blind eye on what's bright
I'd rather nine, ten blind eyes
Them niggas aren't with us they were in it for a ride
Of our
after I crash
Now they hittin' my phone up
Like Clintana boy wassup
Remember we used to vibe
You were splurging in the Vaal
I was always by your side
Turn
There’s a war in these streets
Right in front of me
I can’t leave
Cuz even when I check my phone
I’m not alone
I could try and debate with you
But my
Hands in your pocket that's a scam, isn't it
Merican, there's no stopping all those brands, dripping
I just want bags, God
Fly so high, don't pray
books were written by Watson
Many books were written by Crick
And Watson called her names even after she passed away
Making clear who was the biggest
roll, all black, buttons and shyer
I don't need you hoe
Jack my dick, cum in yah eyes
What?
[Hook]
[Lil Wayne]
Nigga C'mon
You gotta love us
Bumpin
to think of how you felt
When she was on your arm
Those burning eyes they made you melt
You heard no smoke alarm
And you look like Doctor Watson
Lost but
by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, oooh i got yo out
Without a doubt i got you out
[Lil' Wayne]
Listen, listen, listen
They
interior and big brown
baby seal eyes for headlights, yeah! And I'm gonna drive around in that baby at 115mph getting one mile per gallon, sucking down
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
Wayne, John Wayne
We don't know what to do
We sure could use a hand
We're being overran by criminals
And contraband
And former Taliban
Their chief he has
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
We make moves in stage coaches
Rah digga likes
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
parts with his parts out, and
Then he just laid his shit down
And it was great by then went to
'Ye house, played it for him, he
Was like, 'cool' wayne
and the prosperity clan
Letting the sheep starve to death
And sent right to the slaughter
While they enjoy the fruits of dishonor
Having one eye in your pocket
Napoleon murphy brock (vocals)
Bob harris (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals)
Thing-fish:
Now, dis nasty sucker is de respondable party fo de
muzishnins' drop by de college to receive an honorary degree!
Thing-fish:
You lyin', boy! dey givin' degrees in 'tater husbandry' back de ol' alma-motta!
Evil
wrongdoers, and oppressors
Those who hinder others from the path of Allah and seek to make it crooked, they are disbelievers in the hereafter
By no means will
Sweet ass, you a ho, watch I blow you a kiss (mwah)
To my cousin Jimmy Watson (stay up homie)
To my homeboy Mack (stay up homie)
If you locked in
To takin' belongings in my ultimate goal
I'll take your China and your silver and your soul
By darkness and night I shimmy up the drain-pipe
The maggot,
Levi Watson
Careful when my eyes go up, and swole up, Hopsin
I might be my own God or king of the world, control sin
I’m Sherlock, you’ll always be under
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