Lyrics:
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was;
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
and shifty, quickly call Swifty
To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50
Ya feelin' lucky? Squeeze
I catch you outside of Chuck E. Cheese
With your seed,
Red Chip Funk
Performed by Twenty-something DJ Franklin
Lyrics and arrangement by Raymond Francisco Quinton
Produced by Rabid City Records
(C)
And so I need to be careful I don't yield my weapon like Tyler Joseph of Twenty One Pilots said
A man who I hold to have saved my life
Some see a pen
I see
makin' the scene pop
Routine op, online gangstas
I'm givin' them screenshots
Hard written lyrics to God, right?
What's the tale, sick as Hell
out teeth.
Twenty-one years young and I got the knack.
(You got it!) To attack, and scoop girls like a set of jacks.
Rough rhymes that rag any rap
flooded by Katrina twenty feet Aquafina
Boy you know that the Alpina black as coffee no creamer
Stop and gas it at the Fina on some 20 inch Filas
Finally
When I was 11
I can clearly remember
I started writing my first Lyrics
By the end of December
By 12, my first kiss
Lotta girls at my feet
My mother
but I overcame
Call me by my name don't be rude
My name is Penguin Dude
The Penguins pecker ready to strike at his opponents
Putting in more holes that
Yuh
Niheem, Lets talk
Mmm (Mmm, mmm)
Do the dash in the wraith when I go by (Vroom)
Yea
I call that shit Westbrook (Uh, huh) the way that it blow by
this shit comin'
By the crate
Made a song
Got check
Spent that whole
Shit on Patek
[Verse 2]
Imma leave a goat in the business
The next 20 years
every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down
blahblahblahblah....
fuck it
fuck it all
Originally by Cher. Lyrics contributed by
Shit to new heights
Put the 750 in reverse like Benjamin Button
We been doin' it for years and
They down all of a sudden
Bobbysoxer doin' one-twenty in
drinks and eat
All kinds of treats, refreshments, and sweets
You leave the candy cart to get with your sweetheart
'Cause in twenty minutes that's when
u still rappin'?
What up is I hang with the hardest motherfuckers
I got rhymes by the buckets make you niggas wanna suck it
But you loveless, I'm
S.O.Y
Produced By: LEGGGOD
Lyrics Written By: F.A.M.E
Hook:
Bitch I'm S.T.R.3.T.C.H'er of the year
Only rich niggas in my section ova here
Bout 20
Last song on the ep i gotta do the most
Typing lyrics in my phone as if i'm taking notes
I share snippets, the reactions say i'm getting close
You
J'fais briller la violence verbale
Comme à Dubaï lyrical drive-by quand tout
Le monde s'couche
On revient passer une couche, les
Foufs s'touchent, vas-y
Phelps (Uh)
I'm home alone, gettin' cheddar, no provolone
Lyrics'll crack your brain open
Leave you an open dome only twenty-three
Like the count of my
rappin ain’t new, nigga I’m sick like the flu, nigga god bless me achoo!, these lyrics are hot like fondu, since I was a youngin ain’t ask you for nothing,
darkness before my past haunt me
I'm twenty-one, I been here before like a thousand times
I'ma make this song cry, I wrote about a thousand rhymes
Pain,
Hah giddyap!
Ha ha ha hah..
Another dope dope dope style
By the massive BDP crew
Of course I will now present to you
A different view
how the lyrics in the songs might get twisted
My wife wears red, but looks better without the lipstick
I'm a private guy and you know nothin' 'bout my
chicken?
Or chicka-chick-chick-jerk-jerkin' your chain
Twenty two jerks in a jerk circle
Or is it a circle jerk?
Or wait a minute what am I saying?
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