Lyrics:
be crushin it
Never rushin it I always take my tiiiime
Fuck a holiday gotta stay on my rhymes
And they love it when I switch it up love it whe she
Yeah, look how I walk (Walk)
Yeah, look how I talk (Talk)
Rockin' Rick Owens (Rick)
VLone, my top (Top)
Real rockstar with a real rockstar bitch, she
headed divas
I buck with jeans so I can
Show my double headed penis
So you can treat it like a
Honey suckle munch and eat it
I was a demon God in
Violent
the rips in 'em
Gen 5 Glocks, extended clips
Shit'll get ignant
"Rio, why your pop look like that?"
It's a six in it don't be steppin' 'round my
Kitchen by
killed em
They call it it Thanksgiving, I call your holiday hellday
Cause I'm from poverty, neglected by the wealthy
Me and my niggas share gifts every day
wish
Now I'm just stuck with a bunch of monsters
And the only way out is by shooting the shit
I've won me too many adventures, I'm waiting for problems
pulled up and I sat in the waiting room
Is this shit all a set up, it's debatable
If I get confronted by the police
I just want a massage, I am not here
hate, duck, you could suck my
Watch the block get clear when I buck my
Boomerang darts, you can't duck my
No tellin' which Clan man you got struck by
hate, duck, you could suck my
Watch the block get clear when I buck my
Boomerang darts, you can't duck my
No tellin' which Clan man you got struck by
rapper
Slash Billie Holiday, how it happen?
Artist and repertoire saw him in action
Pac assassination, Def Jam grabbed him
Told him, "Reenact him, you
of me
Bad times got a monopoly
Give up, I did the opposite
Pitch perfect, did it properly
Owner killed by his property
This life'll stress you like
bucks if you want
And after show, I suppose, I expose all her holes
It ain't fun with all the clothes
Now she slow-riding while I be low-riding
It's not
a Buck 50 for the subsidies
I go savage psychopathic
I don't have it all
So gimme some space
Writtens about all the
Pistols you peeling
But niggas ain't
and have a listen
Shawty get it; shawty really get it
Shawty keep it tunnel vision
Now you feel it, now you really feel it
Shawty listen you a monster
get along
So now you sing
No one's gonna take your soul away
So go girl you can live it off the edge
Headed towards a fucked up holiday
Motel spree,
roll, she ordered calamari
Yo we had a nice time plus alot of white wine
Soon it was night time, 300 buck bill
Fine, paid the bill, signed, ass on my
1975 for the squares at Brady Bunch
Never enough but it's always too much, aye
(Ayе) rick Owens suit, feel like Slendеr Man
But you getting guap, won't
[Verse 1] Welcome to the land of misery Where my delivery strikes with madness Hearts explode from a touch of the 44 blastin (Party) By the killas
road map of Britain
K: I like taking my nob to
The middle of the woods
And showing it to ladies passing by lK: Why?
K: Cos it gives me a high lK: Is
l-l-look at the monster
Y-Y-You don't want to crash, like, "La-La-La Bamba"
See it's me, Ronnie, and Terry and my new drop is berry
Watermelon, plum, just
l-l-look at the monster
Y-Y-You don't want to crash
Like La-La-La Bamba
See it's me, Roney, and Terry
And my new drop is berry
Watermelon, plum, just call it
a pеrson, you shittin’ me?
Lookin’ at my bitch I can tell by her
Facе that I coulda bought a purse, fuck that
It coulda been worse, trust that
Think about
in my plastic
Chair covered in suncream
They'd be so cool and brown
I'd feel so white and green
This green eyed monster's
Killing me, has me by
Young
Ah
HAZE HOLIDAY
Scott Phree, Khalib, what it look like?
This shit sound like Dukes Of Hazzards
Okay
You ready Zee?
Aight, come on
Let's fuckin
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