Lyrics:
out
When I come through clear it out
Play the sideline and observe
I'm on D I go man to man
I know niggas with an asshole
Full of parole that go
I walked through the door with you, the air was cold
But somethin' 'bout it felt like home somehow
And I left my scarf there at your sister's house
Never been swayed by color or skin shades
Since day one, Hellraiser with twin blades of a sensei
Givin' up, no comprende (woo)
Tin brain, probably
guitar
We need a new guitarist
Anyone out there know how to play guitar? Oh
That guy does right there
Tom: Does anybody know how to
Play guitar 'cause I'm
Conan
Ditch the party, it over
Go ham in here, and grab your friend by the hand
Let me know is you down,
Body like me playmate of the year
I might
Conan
Ditch the party, it over
Go ham in here, and grab your friend by the hand
Let me know is you down,
Body like me playmate of the year
I might
sisters fighting on the inside. Communication wires fried
A billion particle parts of me. Accelerating dissipating to the beat. The world you’ve made, was
si woro
Oh Lord
What you dey whine body
You come dey whine a broad
Why you dey cruise
Why you dey use me play
Baby no delay Omo dont whine me
Make you
my benjis is twins he said we gon get it again
I was on my ass I had to go get me a benj fuck a label
They finessing niggas out the money I gotta
my benjis is twins he said we gon get it again
I was on my ass I had to go get me a benj fuck a label
They finessing niggas out the money I gotta
the wrist shine it's so magical
You know them boys got the clubs out of control (Ho!)
Nigga what ya heard, it's Kells and Hov
With the second coming
the wrist shine it's so magical
You know them boys got the clubs out of control (Ho!)
Nigga what ya heard, it's Kells and Hov
With the second coming
the other shit that's goin' in my brain
My brother got out of jail, I only know him by name
He did a nickel and a dime in time, probably be stayin' with my
a blunt with the ladies, playmates of the month
We out the country in Dallas
It's sad son, I'm what they want
We the money team, Mayweather and Ricky now
No
Well I bring out the heater
I play with his life, I delete it
I want the bands, I need it
Big ass choppa on me, I keep it
Don't let me hear you speakin
Macbeth oh Macbeth
It's no coincidence
That your name it rhymes with death
Everything you touch ends up dead
Don't listen to those weird sisters
loose. Pour me up, bitch where the juice
And I try to hide my love, hold me down bitch like a rug
Ridding through the city with my twin, we turnin' up
mama, so I might just go spend her shit
But she flat, so I'm fucking her sister's shit
Beat her back, I'm cumming all in her shit
Call me Drake, by
another man
Throw da alley oop to my nigga his head above the rim
Play with me and bitch it's doa
It's gon be a murder scene
I go by John Wiic, for
the back and I pull out her weave
Nigga play he get smoke like some weed
And these niggas ain't fuckin with me
If I come round your way niggas ducking from
holla at ya know
Watch me come down, nigga with a fuckin ho
Get he fuckin money
Like it ain't funny take out a bank account
Like it's just stunty
Like
holla at ya know
Watch me come down, nigga with a fuckin ho
Get he fuckin money
Like it ain't funny take out a bank account
Like it's just stunty
Like
Get ripped with your sister, stoned to the bone
Sittin' on a dope throne, gettin' zooted in the zone
As I pack another bowl, take a L to the dome
As we
to drop off the
Twins and the sextuplets
Then pop out them twins, and get sexed up
Let's
Use a condom though, let's be honest yo
We all know you hate those
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