Lyrics:
myself a Benz, I'll wreck it
Inebriated so I'll flex it
I want everything big like a Texan
Can't do everything by the textbook
Hours and hours spent
(Uhnn ma ṣe gbe re fo mi o)
(Keleda ma ta komi o)
(Ma je n rogun kosi o)
I'm working harder o
Cause my name sounding to Porsche (sounding to Porsche)
Do as thou wilt thy will be done
Do what you will living for thrills
Feeding your flesh and ain't feeling fulfilled
Sounding to me there's a temple
sounding
This headache is pounding
There's no way i'm gonna put up with this bullshit for much longer
Can't you see I have everything that I need and i'm not
a leech
Trynna set it up where it's a few thousand dollars every word that I speak
I be placing words together neatly this shit be sounding like a speech
the things I wanna have
Gotta maximize l’m
Lyrically empirical killing all theoreticals i’m executing in silence and always leading by example
Back in high
myself a Benz, I'll wreck it
Inebriated so I'll flex it
I want everything big like a Texan
Can't do everything by the textbook
Hours and hours spent
you tell by the way that I'm riding the beat that you're better off in your own lane
Next time you bring my name up homie gotta make sure you don't
can't swim in that water
I'm a fly heart breaker, should call me Cupid
DNZ on the beat and this shit sounding stupid
You can't find the recipe to do like
of y'all fail, now look what y'all bought
Y'all homies is dookie
Y'all homies sounding goofy
Y'all acting like it a movie
Y'all not even spooky
Y'all gonna
Never question me doin' my thing I'm sounding clean
Think I dropped a couple bands right down the side my leather seats
You know I do what I want you
I'm her bambi
Flexible like Sandy
Yea I love it when you by me
You can tie me
Yea we rowdy
In your fountain
Loving the way that you're sounding
Loving
the mud, you can't tell me 'nun
Out the slums, sounding like a slug
Max B tote the gun sSS on the Rari
I don't even need no arms
I don't even need no feet
I
by now I should realise, some things are impossible.
cnother night in the candlelight.
cnother night on the dance-floor.
It seems to me I could flee
motion we dime and then we get the drop
Throwed off in the head, I'm making sounds, I'm sounding like my gun
Dom Dom Dom
Throwed off in the head when I was
swords tore those apart
Who were once of their kind
Justified by the rule of God
His lustrous soldiers aligned.
Praise the Lord with fullest vim
and tears
And losin' some of your peers
And losin' some of yourself to the years past, gone by
Hopefully it don't manifest for the wrong guy
Egomaniac
shoulder rubs and lawyers sounding celebrant (it's lit)
I'm never settlin', this- get darker than my melanin (ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh)
At the crib all by myself,
Yeah we see you bust a bottle
At your little table stunting
And we coming by the bar get
The fucking up your fronting pressure on 'em
We putting
see
Tell us of triumphant music, the brass sounding trumpets, tell of the welcoming choir
Tell us of majestic men, mighty in valor riding on chariots
P.I.G., and several other New York rappers
Jay-Z, from "Hawaiian Sophie" fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherfuckers
Are
other New York rappers
Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherf***ers
are understandably shaken up by
P.I.G., and several other New York rappers
Jay-Z, from "Hawaiian Sophie" fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherfuckers
Are
Chillin in the backseat, please drive slow
Feeling at peace I keep my eyes closed
Don't ruin this by talking bout things you don't know
Reality a show
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