Lyrics:
worker and be mature about it.
Um, fucking Mike, uh, Logan Paul's friend, uh, dated Lana Rhodes. Uh, for some fucking reason, I don't know why she would
through the blood that was shed
Yeah, we know them by their love just like He said
Say, what's crooked been set straight
Old man gone shed that dead weight
cruel! O man it's hot! O man it's hot and
And some of them ants they just climb to the spot
Who threw the first stone at Black Paul?
'Don't ask us', say
economics and the law
She found her drive by protesting in Britain
Head held high, she knew she'd found her mission
Paul made her voyage across the sea
Not
so I guess it really does
No paperwork on this marriage
Drunk off Paul, nigga, pourin' by the Rover
Bitches pourin' hollows over haters
We killin'
Okay, on this computer, gon' see what it do
"Paul, you've got mail"
Let's see what new e-mails I've got
"I, I, I've got the internet goin' nuts"
nigga, I ain't never had shit
I really ain't shit niggaz talkin 'bout me
But they really ain't shit, they ain't said shit
It don't make dollars, it
To walk through, I need twenty-five and better
Old hundreds, have 'em stickin' together (grrt)
Louis V and Amiri the denim
My mans up top rockin' Gucci
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
always lonely
Old hobbies don't excite me the same way that they used to
Boo hoo, I ain't crying about it
See my neck, diamonds, they gon' shine around it
I like it in Lake Charles, I like Miami too
When I was in San Diego had to visit the zoo
And I don't like used cars, so I'ma buy one new
I'm
his shoes Old rules, left no clues Body found floating in a bloody pool Mass hysteria in America Game lock down like a pitbull terrior Bitch been
you some complimentary TDE ski masks
Question, you know how many copies The Matrix sold?
It don't matter, The Matrix old
I double cats, I ask 'em if
will be covered by mainstream media
Now I just enjoy the show
Let me live in the dark
Don't you turn the lights on
I know you think I'm a mark
Don't you
from toronsy
Paul said she wants to blow
with bad (bitch) week we cut off her
I don't want to hit the jump
Grab my 8.0 we'll get her drunk
"My nigg, what
from toronsy
Paul said she wants to blow
with bad (bitch) week we cut off her
I don't want to hit the jump
Grab my 8.0 we'll get her drunk
"My nigg, what
I know Paul, Paul, yeah
You know but see, yeah, y'all may know him by other names
Hermes, Pan, Ion, You know mm ton of shit
Sperm bank
I didn't
belt I don’t waste time (nope)
Come and slow dance with me to the bass line (yes)
Cause I’m sharp all by myself like a crease with no pleats
I’m just
everywhere, they talk about me
I'm the reason for the gathering
Don't know if I forgot my shadow, now I got the muscle battle
Paul, I lost my battle
I did
I
this.
{DJ Paul}
y'all Know the motherfuckin score bitch.
y'all boys y'all boys ain't ready for this
Hot Boys Hot Boys gunnin with
a hoax by nasty Libs
Won’t really kill your wife or kids
Masturbate
Mental masturbate
Mental masturbate right now
If you don’t how to do it
Lyin’ Rand
Now you’ve heard of old Sam Oakenhurst
Holed the wheel, earned himself a hearse
Bête Paul swore a powerful curse
Put Sam’s name down to kill him
heard
Don't you realize 'heck'
Is a four-letter word
You rebel?"
But the rebel said
To his old adversary
"Just as long as that word's
In
always, run off when we rob Peter
We don't care what Paul say, push it to the Maximum, pedal to the metal hoe, get stoned
And hit the booth, then use
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