Lyrics:
the pipe out
My question is "Who the fuck wanna fight now?"
When you ride by the blocks in Opa-Locka all they scream is "Yayo Yayo!"
Este cubanito no es
me
No more bein' poured drink specials at winners
Or being ignored by the think straight sinners
I used to smoke pinners while my moms made dinner
Now
it on)
Gotta wash up (Gotta wash up)
Then I boss up (Then I boss up)
I don't want no diamonds around my neck I want my Nanna
Always keep an eye out
Blick gotta brand new 50
Tf said shootin ain't in me
Ima spook shoot till it's empty
Not gettin no money boy you lonely
I'm show rock ima rock by myself
afterwards
Now that boy hating
He better be mad at her
All of my niggas we wit it
All of my niggas we ready
Masked up like Jason and Freddy
The 30 eat him like
Oh, my, but you have a pretty face
Why, you favor a girl that I knew
An' I imagine that she's still in Tennessee, boy
And by God, I should be
Yeah
Uh-huh
Let em know who it is
Shoutout my niggas in BK
My niggas in LI
Y'all already know what it is
Been doing this rap for minute and I ain't
Rich by popular demand
The wait is over homie
Yes it is
A town connect
Know the city gon' feel this
Damn right
Say Toob I know you see me
Say Chris
Yunqblood
It's your boy Pompay you already know
Steven Tones and Cixqó
Whatta Gwaan
Every single day by day I pray for
Blessings to come my way o
front of an audience
Disturbing the peace
And the local ordinance
My eta
I'll arrive by morning
Money long like the arms on Alonzo Mourning
Vampire
time I tenderize
I specialize and open eyes, to make you realize
That you been rocked with Jeff's plain skills
By the diabolical, and my man Will
got styrofoam with dirty juice
Buffet Boys, bih we be the truth
My 30 wanna bang now people wanna hang now
I don't fuck with anybody
I'm just by my
small, e nuh large, me no slap entourage
Pon di top mw in charge, rub e clit like massage
Back arch, body neat like a Nicki Minaj
Boy fuck me inna di
powder
So all you real willies throw your Rollies in the sky
And all my crooks rob them playas outside
I'm so hype, I'll take your life, betta have my
off the mic this aint your destiny
Like its the 1800's be blessed by thee
I'll really fuck that bitch at the academy
Fuck the Oscars bitch I'm Kill
The realest truest artist
Plus the comic brilliance
The only real twin
To Robin Williams
Plus her perseverance
Showed love to millions
cnd all by being herself
to coast
The wind blew by
And brushed my bushy hair away
The butterflies sung
It's a brand new day
And then we land
The age creatures all rejoice
Then
the arms o' my Billy boy
What a voice, what a voice, what a voice I hear
It's like the voice of my Willy dear
But if I had wings like that swallow high
I
been dropped by the first time I signed for my boy
That was English like city of Oxford
Just finessed some pussy, I need me an Oscar
I thought I want
I love my Atlanta braves ball cap it's almost black from the tree sap
I'm a country boy with no noodly suits, got my slip on Georgia boots
When I
me a pansy and emotional
I took your bitch cause she loves my emotions though
Picked her brain like, Willy Wonka's foes
She got that cherry coated
drip a bitch could slide
Brand new X3 yea this bitch slide
And I keep my brother by my side, cause I know that he gon' ride
Get too close and you gon'
But riding the highway
I'll let it go
And I'll do it my way
And I'm not getting sleep
I'm trying not to tweak
A brand new melody
Still working
it a little,living riddles can't buy the vittles
Get cash,Life don't only come once-to let it pass
To all my nigga's rockin' big jewels,brand
Discuss these my boy willy by oscar brand Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In