Lyrics:
A 20 minute song
It's not actually 20 minutes
Duey! put on something creative
Duey, you're so fucking dirty, hehehe
Oh boy
Is there any way I
Feed her dick by the inch get my thirst quenched
Born in the trench
You warm up the bench
I storm up suspense
You norm
I'm immense
Transform
'd wind up
One step behind
Now I've made my mind up
Today I'm gonna try a little harder
Gonna make every minute last longer
Gonna learn to forgive
the most like Kobe
Learn from Michael Jordan put in hours mic recording
Pussy cowards I'm assorting
Taking presents Bobby Thornton
Build a legend fuck
Formica floors
Shoes by Jimmy Chu's and Michael Core's
Fuck Thelma and Louise, it's Trina and Eve (uh, yeah)
Hook
(Eve)
I'm not a regular bitch, I
To mark seven
Throw six
Got with the team
Now I'm on the scene
Reachin' out
Bein' a celebrity bring me more bitches
In a position to watch by more
Shit, I even let you rock out
Being Bill Belichick, tapin' from the sidelines, stealin' my shit
But dawg, you was like a mini me
Mocked me, envied me,
write, and I plug in the mic
I've got, a plenty many more
Therefore my knock at the door
Becomes too easy to ignore
If I wanna, sit back in Montenegro
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
Words and music by John Kay and Michael Wilk
Money, money, day and night
You got to pay and pay
Well, I tell you honey, it just ain't right
To let
Michael Myers
Wait, yeah, hold up wait a minute
Bitch you know I got that ticket
I know just what ya thinking
I'm waiting for them crickets
When it's just
the belle with no balls, I bet you're
Glad I never speak cause when Glitchtech calls, you
Learn your anger's strong but no more so than mine
Who are you now
Still i reign supreme
All i know is hustle
Thats by any means
Yea
More than just a team
We a
Legacy yea
This life is my life
Cant waste time
Yea
I stack
rejected more times that I've been accepted
It takes a little minute I'm learning to be eclectic
I know my daughter growing and shit but I can't accept it
they always talking shit, But I always got my back And I ain't gotta Have nobody come up and pop shit
I do it by myself, and these niggas just some
a cocktail through a window
I got the keys to the city still we left in the cold
Hands in the sky, still was left in the road
Ribbon in the sky, Michael
watch how I dive up in it
I just need five more minutes
Ima just mind my business
We come from Baltimore
Come vibe out wit it
Sandtown, North and P
Park
watch who you approachin'
I'm not your R & B singer, so ain't no need for vocal coachin'
Just a forty and a roach and I'll admit you rock the units
don't ever talk
We be fucking and forgiving then repeating the cycle
Be good for a minute, then go bad like Michael, and
I'm done waiting for you to act
as a summer breeze
Yeah I’m a dog I keep a couple fleas
Made By OGs
Push it to the limit
Been on my s*** for a minute
Won’t stop until i see
More than 7 digits
of Reggae, updated by rock influences. Deafeningly
upbeat. Can never become really popular because even though they've made the back-beat
more conventional,
I was in this awful rock and roll ensemble when I was much younger
And I'm ashamed to say I wrote the songs and that I was the leader of the band
We
and demand; I'm The man to supply! Y'all like who came with this guy
Hell if I told you about how I'm surrounded
By potential it's essential drop everybody that
St. John's
I wish my nigga was home the black Fonz
Yo we rock charms as big as Vegas
Different crews of different size try to player hate us
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