Lyrics:
spitter with a pro black agenda
Supported by the black referendum
And this only a sliver of the splendor
Homie it's the sensei
A dope boy with a flow no lo
can't look at away
Hunnid bands what's that yea to a couple grand
Fuck it to jobs and that 9 to 5
Hop on my dick and you taking ride
Whipping them
Motivated by the bands
Give me a million grand
I do everything that they can't
The rapping is always advanced
A gymnast on the stands, I'm always sticking
the glass.
The butler's got jam on his Rolls; Roy doles out the lot,
With tea from a silver pot just like any picnic.
Along the Forest Road, it's the end
money, she go get it (go get it)
All of her friends, they go with her (yuh)
She keep up them bands with no nigga (racks)
She keep up them bands with no
(169)
(Ooh)
I had to go and get it (I had to go)
Money and clothes drip (money and clothes)
I roll with real dope dealers (I roll with real
would come record it
With phonetic clone software who ever woulda thought it?
But I included numbers in my rap unsupported
By their new OS that's why OS
Let's roll and burn it all for fun
Aiming for a one and done
Kept spinning thoughts til rising sun
Don't bring a gun
Kill them with your word
And say
the Superdome
Chicken, wash it down with Abita, Rally Chicken, while we're spinning Big Freedia
And Rebirth Brass Band and Neville brothers and Ying Yang twins
the superdome
Chicken, wash it down with Abita
Rally chicken, while we're spinning Big Freedia
And Rebirth Brass Band and Neville brothers
And Ying Yang twins,
road)
Baby girl keep it on the low
Fuckin' with the crew don't nobody gotta know yeah
Diamonds on me shining and they glow yeah
Fuckin' on these bitches
brass band of gratitude
Not quite dormant in my belly
It said so in a human voice
"Bellow forth"
And who among us could ignore such odd
And precise
(Mike Will Made-It)
Bad bitch with a tan
Do you know one by chance?
Hundred bands in the Lamb'
Do you have one by chance?
Need to see the Xan
Dash to the cash for the green then its vaminos
Mask and brass magazine then its adios
Catch me wit my killas in the villa out in pompano
You ain't got
Say my neck 'bout to break
My chain too heavy (It boutta break)
Rebirth of Lou Scott Makaveli (Ooh, purp)
Born stacking bread like the deli
(I do, I've
little by little
When she walked in that building it's like my world got little
I won't continue the story cause ill get choked up little
But you knew
cute as a Daisy?
Watch the fella with the big base drum go by
Ain't you glad that you stayed?
Hear the tuba play that 'Oom Pah Pah'
Oh my, ain't it
Just like a big brass band
That makes me want to sing
It’s not rocket science
It’s not as if we’re swallowing the sun
just a little artistic/poetic/
The band fall silent fearing for their lives
And with fear in my guts like tangled twine
'Cause all I got is brass knuckles and a bolo knife
And mad John
roll up
'Cause I can't spell sober
We got 100 pounds of this shit, my stash house with them bricks
My pockets filled with them stacks, my bitch be
The band fall silent fearing for their lives
And with fear in my guts like tangled twine
'Cause all I got is brass knuckles and a bolo knife
And mad John
Yea Yea Yea
One in the head and it's right by my side
You gon talk right bout my side (Xperience)
Or Ima get right with this nine (Period)
Whether
try to tell me that he tough
Nigga what This nigga gonzo i got the Brass knuckles by the
drinks and hatari honzos, In the 90s drinking mondos,
If you
But have your safety off,and your shit cocked
Because when I come to get that ass
I'll leave your whole block filled with hot brass
So punk,don't make
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