Lyrics:
We get it in like we know it gets worse
People still thinking that we fucking need church
We gonna party like we hardly on earth
Out of this world
us
Coming out the gates in Forces
Lord choirs dropping shit like some horses
Uh, the house holy but the office corporate
This life pricy but the war
just flood out the bitch (Drip!)
700s on my toes when I hop out the whip (Drippin!)
Y’all candles how I blow out this shit
Think I'm In the matrix, watch
Niggas all about they damn scrilla <>
Gangsta Boo
To start it off i'm the mutha fuckin lady about her cheese
While you other Herman Benz out
by
They could ship themselves from China
but they wouldn't get much air,
take the last train to Clarksville
but they couldn't get out of there
Oh
wit us
Is this one the woody and im bout to slay
We got a problem
Pop out the tahoe and bring out the k
Fuck is you sayin boy
Me and my nigaas stay
about nothing, nigga
Me and my niggas about to take the world over
Me and my niggas about to take the world over
Rolling out a onion, blunts Paul
Yeah ah back to that old shit!
For all you fake ass teachers out there
Aiyyo Kris break this shit up!
The type of lyrical terrorism I present
I could have five hoes say they love me, I'll still never ever buy a birkin
Last year, 'round this time I was just at Jacks overtime working
I use
They call me Woody but don't play with me, this ain't no toy story
Have your mama on her knees, yeah you know she fuckin' worried
When you comin'
having Yen
Herman Miller for the Couch baby soft ten
House out the way, in a major way
Bust down filet, Wiz Rolled the J’s
Sledge made the play, I’m Grand
to myself like Pee Wee Herman caught jerking off
I wish nobody saw me, wishing I could hide vibe cool Keith we spark
this
We step on stage MC's disappear
be bringing that demon out
Want your people grieving by your picture with some candles out
Less war & more peace
Qp in this nike fleece
Jugging bad in
your oblique
You rush to your phone try to send out a tweet
You claim you a vegan but you love this meat
That pussy a buffet you know imma eat
Imma eat
here comes Dolly Parton. What is she doing in this song?
She's only a prisoner of a wig.
Get out of here Dolly, you don't belong.
No offense.
Oh
the mic's a grenade this be that heat no one else can remake
Woody and Euphy we gettin' that cake we making more than some cents and some change
Only sense
Fifth quarter on the way
Tell a friend tell a friend
I'm a sniper with a pen
So sorry for the wait
Chances still very slim
The day I'm out rapped by them
on this spot in the desire to find solution,
There's little to see and feel but the sighing and dying of our world.
But for suffering we might have been
The punishment of god
But problems never get solved
All the way from Compton’s corner out
To Oakland shake it hard
I get a woody wearing hoody
Before your eyes
kicked out
I throw some bands
Make her dance
I’m in trance by the way that shawti bounce
Told a girl would you dance for the bag (Yessir)
when you done you
shit
This that category 5, this that quake, bitch
See I'm so funked out, like out of here
Like blue lights in the basement
And it's a red state, in
year olds
Come out the woodwork since Sandusky's basement
Man this Twitter shit is getting absurd
I can't believe you turned my timeline into revenge
on my dick
cuz I'm tryna hide a woody
Could be
Sittin' at home rolling a blunt
Trying to relax my mind and get high as fuck
While writing a new song
For
like
Bye bye Woody I don't wanna play with you anymore
I feel like a sad alien on a planet all by myself yeah
I gained the whole world but I lost my soul
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