Lyrics:
Like a hot buttered pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie
Pop da pop pop, don't you dare stop
Come alive y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now you can
Yeah
(La música de Harry Fraud)
Eastside all mine just like every time
Seven Lowriders outside in a line
Couldn't decide which one to drive
baby give me a kiss
Tied to rap
Like aliens in area 56
I'm the Prince of rap
Prince Harry would be jealous of my sass
A lass life flash
Not going down
like the Ku Klux Klan
I melt mics till the sound wave's over
Before stepping to me you'd rather step to Jehovah
Slamming MC's on cement
Cause verbally,
to divide and conquer (My enemies)
I simply do the honors and hit y'all with expelliarmus (Like Harry P)
Every beat is one bullet in the glizzard ain't
sounds like
And needle points bullet shoot through a horse
So of course I'm leavin' niggas dead like a corpse
Don't test me biatchres
Another collorialism
Hey!
"Catchy, huh?
Yeah, I thought you'd enjoy that!
But no time to linger in South America,
For I hear by the sound of the slide guitar,
That it is
the start, they place
Me in the ghetto, tender age of nine
My tender mind had to surrender to crime
Wouldn't wish this on nobody life
To end up like mine
Ever
help me out and share my vision!
Like I have to have things in a certain order
I have to see blood floating in the water!
I'm gonna get this murder
We like the city and we’re all too young,
But we’ve got the land.
Flying low across the border the sun fell down
We fell asleep in the sound.
4 am
Fo-sho shots get dropped and popped just like a picklock
With the master key, but the master key be me
I assign chop from hot, like a cold
boats"
Sound like I needed some soul searching
My Pops gave me some game in real person
Retraced my steps on what they never taught me
Did my homework
it, toss it like salad
Not Sean Paul, not 21 Savage
Like scroungy, Harry Belafonte
Pretty with no ass like Ariana Grande
I love it when my niggas
Knocked down by some clown when child support knocked
No he's not around, now how that sound to ya, jot it down
I bring it through the ghetto without
Brothers and sisters there is a place for you in America
Places are being prepared and readied night and day, night and day
The white boy's plan is
mind's the same as Usain's foot speed
And that pushed me off the beaten trail
Like a runaway slave on some underground VIA Rail
'Cause we still feel
tryin who's crying who's lying in a pool of blood
Stranger in hell buy America day to betrayal
Brainwashed by a system that's created to fell
Freedomer
don't even matter if I even showered
'Cause she will devour my tower
No joke with the mouth
Most days
I'm so dazed
By the bitches blowing me
Like Flonase
This a bop gone get out your seat
Bitch gone get out your seat
This mi casa bouta start a franchise brother wanna get like me
Shake it baby
Do it come
your comparisons
I've been talking to God like that's my therapist
I'm African-American in America
I ain't inherit shit but a millionaire under 30
So
Droppin fast who's next, next to get wet
By the reign of the tech-knowledgy, follow me
Open up wide now, swallow me, every calorie
Is reality the truth,
harder than a brick
She’s tryna talk some shit
But that shit sounds just like a lisp
Oh well, shit
Now she spilling all my kids
Clean up aisle eleven
Clean
a fuck (yeah, yeah)
Oh, we sound like Em clones, huh?
Where the fuck you think he started at holmes, huh?
Skip the small talk, talking is a risk you
like a actor thou
I can make these guns twerk
That mean I get it clapping thou
Baby got that wap
Pussy sound just like some casserole
Baby like to Kiss
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