Lyrics:
Stand up, Portugal
The fuck out of here man
I'm tired of it man
Tears running down my damn face
Gotta hear this shit every damn day
Messi ain't number
haven't I seen it
If it doesn't reach me then what does it mean
This life is so hard and I'm growing older
But ya can't let those bipolar blues get ya down
the whip, walk him down, we ain't doin' no drive-by
Glock on my hip, they go, fat, fat, I fucked his bitch, got her callin' me papa
Old school drip, no dada
steam --
And the whirlpool turns you `way off-beam.
Later.
I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways.
My father was a man
I want to be, yo, let me fuck that nigga down
You heard that shit, nigga
Ay, yo, what you going with that big ass
My ghetto love song, set it off,
niggaz hit the cells
If the line is thick
So I drive the 500, through
The door of the bitch
Yo Red, wassup man?
Aye they ain't tryin'
To let you in
. What, you ain't know?
Female:Whaaaaat, I know a bitch can be down.
Man 1: Man you can be down, you can come around, you can sit down. I'll tell you
Speaking as a Black man from America, which is a racist society
No matter how much you hear it talk about democracy
It's as racist as South Africa
knows dtown where you’ll find man
jump out let’s fry man not on beef don’t waste my time man
And no you can’t call me kevin cah i wasn’t home by eleven
me?
Yes I do, yes I do oh, baby baby baby baby
Don't you want a man like me?
Oh, I give you loving by the daytime
Night time you could take good care
'cause that's lunch meat
So anything you need you know that's on me
And that's OG, I swear homie
Now let's get medicated
Man, let's get medicated
niggaz hit the cells
If the line is thick
So I drive the 500, through
The door of the bitch
Yo Red, wassup man?
Aye they ain't tryin'
To let you in
dissed you
Shorty let's fuck around make it official
Cos I know that she falling in love
So tell me is she all in or nah
I'm in the middle of the party
down dirty Three 6
When you telling motherfuckers, "You ain't with it, bitch"
Let's start a motherfucking riot in this bitch
Let's start
down dirty Three 6
When you telling motherfuckers, "You ain't with it, bitch"
Let's start a motherfucking riot in this bitch
Let's start
with me
Let your hair down to the track, yeah, kick on back
(Boo) the boogie monster of rap, yeah, the man's back
With a plan to ambush this Bush
with me
Let your hair down to the track, yeah, kick on back
(Boo) the boogie monster of rap, yeah, the man's back
With a plan to ambush this Bush
you ain't been seein', girl
I'ma show you where it's at
And I'ma show you how to get it
All you got do is be wit' it and (let me hold you)
Down
true intruders
Snatching up shitty rappers that's a poopa scoopa
You was brandy tyna be down
Live by the Mississippi tell me how the fuck you see nile
man, it just kept out
Almost every day by the bay now
Me and Yaygo up the hill, we at G's house
We was zoomin' down the boulevard, Jay Loud
Stay away,
a man comin' on right now
He's garuanteed to throw down
He goes by the name of Wonder Mike
Come on, Wonder Mike, do what you like!
I say a can
If you don’t got no product, nigga, why are you the loudest?
Y'all remind me that a nigga always gotta be about it
Take me to Portugal, baby, let's hit
spitting, man
Know I catch you slipping, man
You come to my town
Almost like I'm spitting gravity
I'm holding it down
Without a sign, I get a beat
Yeah, you
a reasonin'
Jah tell mi, "Son, this is your season"
Never let them drain this energy
That you're gonna be receivin'
I'm gonna bless you up
Bless you up,
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