Lyrics:
Craig, crush the hash
The Beretta's in the stash
Well, bang! let's kick it off like a butt
More fakes than Allen front to leave
You lost like a treasure
or brunette, say I gotta choose
Neighbor hear claps, thats the view from her room
Like ooh, clap, clap, sigh
They got a couple rounds
I'm the clap clap guy
Gotta
don't know why
Wouldn't you like to go for a country drive
Doesn't it make you feel good to be alive
Luncheon by the roadside will do just fine
I left
call me a slut, who gives a fuck
That's fine nigga, shit, I'm a good with mine
I can tell by your shoes you know what I want
Fuck a prenup, give me
don't know why
Wouldn't you like to go for a country drive
Doesn't it make you feel good to be alive
Luncheon by the roadside will do just fine
I left
pass by up inside a flash.
Call me Barry Allen. I’m passin’ hate as I dash,
And I don’t give a fuck though.
I’m ridin’ waves like a mother fuckin’ tug
Shout out to old Jews and old rules
New blacks with new stacks
I already been the king
Retro act, I'm just bringing it back like Jordan Packs
New
now
Oh, you gentlemen and ladies
You've got to be good to yourself
Mm-hmm
So get yourself into a ranch-style home
When the neighbor's never more than
Skinny nigga this glock got a kick
Words like these birds watch me flip
You can live by the streets
Die by the streets
You can live by the streets
Die by
Ooohhhh...
Life's been so good to me,
Has it been good to you?
Has it been everything
That you expected it to be?
Was it as good for you
a main
Ever since an adolescent I've been deep in the game
All I need is more weed, a little something for the pain
That thing is so good like a hook
dilution
I'm ballin', I hit record, I'm gettin' courted by Lucian
The lord abuses the blacker culture with actors like Rapaport
They rap your chorus
The snow bunnies scream Da Rula like that nigga gnarly
All this smoke damn bomboclaat living like the Marley's
Fuck if guilty by association ain't that what
replaced by colon
Now your mouth where babies born
Is the WiFi all you got
Make your mom your neighbor proud
Make your mom your neighbor proud
Make your mom
know your brother (Ooh do you hear me)
Love thyself as well as thy neighbor
Hand inna the air and read the Holy Scripture, me bawl
Give thanks
a hero(Clark Kent ain't got nothing on me)
A black super hero(Berry Allen got nothing on me)
A black super hero(None of y'all got nothing on me)
Shout out
By the time I did, heard that you had a kid
By some nigga in Decatur
Who replied, "See you later", when he got the good news, that's life shit
Now,
Inspired by Biggie lyrics
Black timbs & hoodies
Just feel good
In my spirit
I've manifested
Devilish handsome
Banter
Keep it smooth
Like I'm Frasier
I'm
Darth Vader
Pull up to your crib, nigga, like a good neighbor
Pay the bill, leave a tip for the waiter
Oh you got me? I'll pay you later (Sike!)
What's
to go
So you can cut my hair anyway you like
You can use a scissors
Or you can use a knife baby it's all good
It's alright i just wanna be touched
By
a heat check
I'm on my Dennis Robman nigga, I'm somethin' like Tony Allen
Stack my paper, stack my money up like Steven Jackson
Better know my niggas go
(Woah)
Beyond help everything is pain
Victi' what’s the hole on the side of your brain
I'm slightly beyond insane
Like Tim Allen’s catchphrase
Not euhph
than fish grease
Shaded by money trees
Hi five'n wit Allen
He blowin good leaf
& the Temperature rising
Temperature rising
Getting hotter outside
Like
recite I'm going home
Searching Suburbia Disturbia on the radio
Good girls gone bad Nobody tryna save me though
No found love I just keep falling like
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