Lyrics:
Back like I never left, God I show reverence, and now I hate my vice it's like I am Michael Pence.
Life is hard to bare the fight that's in
think for a minute
Nah I said think for a minute, no
Turn the lights out, let me think for a minute
A minute or two
So by the time this comes out, I'll
Two's, O's, fo's and hoes
Nigga only fucking with the real 2-0's
20 minutes, 20 minutes
Holla at me, 20 minutes
Deuce, fo's, hoes and clothes
Nigga
Just Because
Nathan Buckaray He Never Took His Eyes Off Of Her
He Fell In Love The Very Minute He Saw Her
Coming Through The Bluhr
He Did Everything He
interested in two things . . .
Bozzio: Now, wait a minute . . . all I have to say is God help me! . . . Even though I have this . . . this fucking mask on .
Mama-say-mama-sa-ma-macosa
Ja, quit playin', knock it off, you're not 2Pac
Don't hate me, I'm too hot and you're not
Shooting at me, with the only shot you got
Ja, quit
Ooo, that's the motion
Two minutes, got her open
Bob Marley, always smoking
Ooo, that's the motion
Only needed two minutes, I got her open
Living
Zalontez, Big Scar Young ,ZBoe
It’s Never Nathan
THIS IS FREE RUN Pt. 12 Hoe !
Issa Real Muhfucking Bear ! ( Uh )
Fuck I Look Like
Ain’ Never
right in
And we'll get there little by little
[Verse 2]
I don't have to meet your mama
Not yet, boy just make me wanna
You got me shakin'
With every move
me
Surrounded by killers, with a bunch of women with very big heinies
Back of the club is where you find me
Two steppin, feel like DeJ Loaf, dare
And I gotta tell ya, it was really great
Except that I had to sit between two large Albanian women
With excruciatingly severe body odor
And the little
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
cause I get
A little bit intense, I'm like, "Who's next?"
Y'all better watch it, take a look at where the clock is
It's my time, this ladder of music
the hell did I do?
Hey just shut the fuck up black bitch
Wait a minute, you ain't gotta be pullin' me by my motherfuckin hair!
Let go of my motherfuckin
(sure would hate to see you give up now)
You look so (you look so much better when you smile, so smile)
Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute
Seven hundred miles to play to fifteen angry men.
I need some sleep.
They hate the songs.
We hate them too. Yeah.
This show is free.
Fifteen minutes
(Guess who's back?)
Drop the drums, here it comes
Only got two minutes to bounce, and every second counts
Better press, REC on your deck, here
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two
tree
Building this house exactly the way Charlemagne tha God
And Lord Jamar thought it would be
Wait a minute, the Lord and the God hate me
Jesus
Praises be by the grace of God
Little Nathan raised in a racing car
Underneath my seat is a mason jar
Full of weed that I raised in my neighbor’s
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
I needed to grow up a little first
Well, looks like I hit a growth spurt
But I'm coming for closure
Don't suppose an explanation I'm owed for
I needed to grow up a little first
Well, looks like I hit a growth spurt
But I'm coming for closure
Don't suppose an explanation I'm owed for
for a cup? Three-fifty
What I payed for a pint? A cheap Civic
You got two ears for a reason, bitch, listen
Somehow I got lean on my BB Simon
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