Lyrics:
Now come into my world and you can see that we are more than thugz
We more than thugz, more than thugz, more than thugz
With just a little twist
you are my Abbot to my Costello
And you are the fruit to my loom
Red solo cup you're more than just plastic
You're more than amazing you're more
Gucci to a mannequin
Crib in heaven by queen Elizabeth
rink in the backyard just for the hell of it
My friends up we are the champions
rent the whole
Bad bad bad bad (Who's bad)
Mike Jackson swag (Swag)
Prada Fendi Birkin
I'm all in my bag (I'm all in my bag)
My friends so petty they hypin' me like
'Cause you are my Abbot to my Costello
And you are the fruit to my loom
Red solo cup you're more than just plastic
You're more than amazing you're
I silence the lambs.
[A.G.]
Now this goes for those who thought I fell
But it's more to tell, cause them suckers are sort of jel
Cause the Giant
leave casualties
I creep gradually, til everybody knows
that I got more flows than Rosebud got hoes
The anger inside had me trapped
til I got geared
like we failed our youngsters, man
It's like we not giving the youngsters that game no more, man
That shit that they can live by
That shit they can,
Nestlé
It would be in your best interest not to test me
'Cuz I do this shit wit' a delicate touch
But you couldn't any more than a celibate fucks
I got
took my steed
And round the bend I saw my friend
Jackson Bailey Davis
Named after a horse
Held my father's shotgun
Typically kept above the fireplace
He
Cause his whole career he been
Known for havin' terrible lines
In every category I'm better
I do it more Cass'
And my delivery probably sicker than
'Cause you are my Abbot to my Costello
And you are the fruit to my loom
Red solo cup you're more than just plastic
You're more than amazing you're
Suzanne divorced her husband
She got the keys and the car and the home
But her friends were really his friens
No one stops by to see her much any
'Cause you are my Abbot to my Costello
And you are the fruit to my loom
Red solo cup you're more than just plastic
You're more than amazing you're
shit, man
Just pushin' more Peter, more sweeter, more completer
Than any Peter pusher around
See what I'm sayin', twin? Ha (ha-ha-ha)
Spider back,
just to count the Jacksons (ayy)
These are more than words, this is more than rap
This is the streets and I am the trap
Standing ovation
Standing
the budget
I'm gangster, let the 40 cal blow in public
More hatred inside my soul than 'Pac had for Delores Tucker
Every time one of my niggas get shot,
more than friends
Loving you through the trends
We can just hope it ends
Good
Hope it ends good
More than just good
(More than just good)
(More than
'Cause you are my Abbot to my Costello
And you are the fruit to my loom
Red solo cup you're more than just plastic
You're more than amazing you're
Mic El Jah Sun
My name is Michael Jackson, perfect mix of white and black skin
Nose carved by the finest craftsmen
Moonwalk across ice in Aspen,
of dawn
I'm the Biz Mark, and I'm a sure shot
All of a sudden, you you you you..
I got a friend by the name of Charlie
Charlie got a wife by the name
my friends do it
But I said no 'cause I don't want my nose to grow
They started tripping on me, busting and flipping on me
So I had to front and say
quit, while our little angels sob.
Rest in paradise Trayvon,
More black men killed than with a bomb.
Sense a movement like a napalm.
Just remember back
the one I'm a slave to
Forever more than friends
Don't need no fucking label
Spilling million dollar blood
With a fifty cent razor
We were supposed to be
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