Lyrics:
related and feel like I'm fading off
They feel like I'm fading
I'm right out my mind
Tell 'em!
Momma don't love me
Daddy don't love me
Wonder why I
wealthy
And know these hoes love me
Because I'm a star
I can't even cop a drink at the bar
Get me some bottles of that Remi Mar-tin
Let's get
on earth
Be loved by God as much as God loved Gandhi and Martin Luther King
Be that last one of 144,000, be the resident of that twelfth house
Be, eternal
Huxtable-kisses-and-hug shit
First night we fuck, shit, and don't call the next day
This a thug's wedding day, in love
Will we make it? Let us pray
In the limo my
better handle me with caution caution
You try to mess wit me you gone pay the price (Gone pay the price)
I do my dirt and then I'm gone in the night (Gone
probably press rewind
Hit the trap with a whole key
Blowing dope by the OZ
Behind tints moving low key
I think that you should know me
Yeah, I heard
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Hit the trap with a whole key
Blowing dope by the OZ
Behind tints moving low key
I think that you should know me
Yeah, I heard
the studio
To be co-produced by George Martin and Jeff Lynne
And Ringo disappointed to find that no one
Needs him anymore except for the vibe
Because he's been
MCs, how? To rhyme first
Of course you rap last, so you can show off your skirt
I guess it didn't work on "4 3 2 1"
You got out done by
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way, nigga
Some real shit right here, nigga
This will be the realest shit you
[HARD DAYS NIGHT]
It's been a hard day's night
And I've been working like a dog
It's been a hard days night
I should be sleeping like a log
You know I
love I can't hide
[HARD DAYS NIGHT]
It's been a hard day's night
And I've been working like a dog
It's been a hard days night
I should be
Now we're fucking rapping for fashion
More infatuated with Ferraris and Astons
I'm not Martin, but crown me the king of just blacking
Out on this
mouth, cost a starter Lexus
Late night, just put her on G6, now she on a Pegasus
I'm Martin Luther in a room full of Malcolm X's
Really rich, them
make the cover of it
I'ma throw another fit
3: 00, I'm day fly, by night
I'm in another fit wake up wit a groupie
End my night off wit another bitch
I go
off from work
To the hospital where I'm being examined by the coroner
And through misty eyes she'd identify my pale cadaver
There may be press, maybe
Remember them days i was baggin the boof
I made em all pay i was taxin em too
Remember them nights i slept in the stu
Crept on a nigga and took all
Skittles for Martin
Rage like Spartan
Shot at night for wearing a hoodie
They Sid, we must be Woody
Just obey won't be no hassle
Ask again to Mr. Castile
Lockheed Martin (Ecalnir)
They say it's a Holiday by Lil Nas X
Thank u next sonder cause Cooliosis knows best
Nick crompton is so pretty and is litty
Kenneth
sit, relax, and chill out with you
Ha, only in my dreams we gotta lot of stuff to do
Costume changes, vocal warm-ups, hair and make-up, we're always
I'm more like Ricky Martin
Talladega nights is often
Race car driving brakes will soften
Crash and burns if you don't want that first place
Please just
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
fever on a Saturday night.
[Chorus by Admoney]
Come on!
It's a Saturday night
Come On!
It's a Saturday Night
Come on!
It's a Saturday night
So bring your
I tell 'em meet me in the bathroom
I fuck her while the water runnin'
Her friend knockin' at the door
And she screamin' out I'm cummin'
And my
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