Lyrics:
the way you players ball
Claimin that your mail is tall
Tell me is it true or false
I put my mack hand down ain't never been asound
I was havin
the way you players ball
Claimin that your mail is tall
Tell me is it true or false
I put my mack hand down ain't never been asound
I was havin
hero he is my idol
Im in westwego
Shoot from tha free throw
I dont think he know wats in this rifle
Stick got a dick onnit tall like eiffel
Paris wit tha
the heat wave
Waiting to make the rain come
Gain some, ingrained from the same tongue
Gan tell by how I bang
Some everybody wang chung
Free-throw, feeble it
[Repeat: x2]
Come on, yeah
(I'm comin')
Come on, yeah
(I'm comin')
Come on, yeah
(I'm comin')
Come on, yeah
(I'm comin')
[Stlyes]
Can't
me out
But now the ink is pouring down
Bendy was created out of ink
And then molded into a 3D beast
You can hear him coming by his tapping feet
It's
live off it for three days
And when it's done, who's the next victim today
I'm trife nigga, and I don't live by BIBLE life
I yap the nigga ripe then
a pen
Ball hard like I slept in the gym
Ten feet tall don't get checked by the rim
Fast life put the pedal to the metal
The ladies love me kuz I'm hotter
cannon , my cannon loose
4Spill his ass like a tall can
1Big stepper, he a big stepper ?
2Cau-tion nigga, cau-tion
3He a loose cannon , my cannon loose
Slayed are those who fell victim to the bite
A drug controlled substance, contained in a vial
Set up by the devil as he looks and he smiles
Good
up by the devil as he looks and he smiles
Good at the game of tricknology
But I have knowledge of myself you're not fooling me
You see the answer
like five feet tall?
I could sell cereal, while stealing stereos
Bury your terrier he's an AIDS carrier
We could make a show with Morgan Freeman
We call
years before Christ was born
My essence was battling evil
Seen unspeakable crimes by the devil
Unbelievable tricks like Knievel
Can't come close to my
yeesi me Kete no
iTz B.O
You should know me by now
Maamefoc bi fr33 me Devil but mewc Halo
Mey3 Kumerican, mey3 cultured, mey3 Quavo
From the trenches
Jackson the P won't quit
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me
Jackson the P won't quit
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me
Verse 1:
Well let me tell you about a young lady/
That I met back in January
She have a husband his name is jerry/
And the man big tall and he scary/
the way you players ball
Claimin that your mail is tall
Tell me is it true or false
I put my mack hand down ain't never been asound
I was havin
to the brothers
Smile, you little human, smile, for you're sane.
By the way, what's sanity? They don't care about it.
In fact, they worry about nothing. They
Slayed are those who fell victim to the bite
A drug controlled substance, contained in a vial
Set up by the devil as he looks and he smiles
Good
up by the devil as he looks and he smiles
Good at the game of tricknology
But I have knowledge of myself you're not fooling me
You see the answer
to karma me
Bitch I stay drama free
Nah you can't call for me
I got these dawgs on green
Who stand tall for free
Block know they tall for me
Sock in the jaw
Verse 1.
1. Walking through my city I feel like the devil
2. Jealous ones still envy nothing new or special
3. You cant let em stress you...know
Loretta means you won't make it home
Loretta
Makes me feel ten feet tall
Little Loretta
Makes me feel good
She says she's got a secret, says she'll
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