Lyrics:
nkyer3 me foko
M3twa wabo s3 lotto (Yeah)
M3twa wakyi paahpaahpaah mey3 Shatta oouu
We was tripping bare feet where was you
Niggas talk talk but never
stars
You hoes gotta feel a down ass fuckin G
I represent that Three, that nigga M-o-e
I came through bangin screwed up in my hoo-doo
You know Im comin
Flea
Comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e
Yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no hoe
I'm up on this tape, never
a lot
I'm a doctor, but I'm not Cliff Huxtable
I got a sandwich and my feet up on the couch, I'm comfortable
There's no sacks in the hush, I get it
Eighty-five on the bridge, hat to the side
Twenty-three-inch Yokohama flats on the ride
Young Stunna, baby girl, is you up on me?
They go so hard, man, I
Mi abuela raised three daughters all by herself, with no help
I think about her struggle and I find the strength in myself
These words, melt in my
Mi abuela raised three daughters all by herself, with no help
I think about her struggle and I find the strength in myself
These words, melt in my
Fly even if they cut my wings
Leaving it up to me? Bossing up on things
I'm Not working for a pion, If I could be the king
Rub my feet, kiss my
you to your destiny
Where by other souls are slain
It won't take long
It won't take too long at all
Three men in a desert wandering
One is knowing
at the threats of despair?
Or you clumps of hair
Bows binding your feet
Make your plea “a wooden coat” space for three
Every hour – the sand fills up – the glass
g3t how I mad3 it up h3r3.
Still living my lif3 and I'm making that cl3ar.
Don't 3v3r star3 at tha rar3 vi3w mirror, tha futur3 b3 bright3r than
a cell
Okay, all my favourite rappers are washed up
And write the same song ten times
Leave me star-struck my president on crack
My exes is black like my
feet
Hot pink sandals sparking my heat
Told me her name was Roman Candles
Yo, ya'll know who we are
You're looking at stars
Clipse are the ones breakin
Uh, Ey
Om vi pull up på din block brorsan då det fucking smäller
Fråga r det är ekèn som fucking gäller
Det är vi som fucking styr ställer
Brorsan
(ice)
Yeah, playin' for keeps (keeps)
Suck up the gang, she a leech (leech)
Came in the game with a key (key)
My pockets blew up, Monique (Monique)
me (na me da)
Mama told me get it right by any means (pah pah!)
I can't do no wrong thats Kobe checks down on my feet (Boom!)
Ohhhhhhh Ohhh myyyy
Funky Feet(Funky feet)
Funky feet pull up wit' that stupid beat
Orange Camaro
Trick or Treat
Stupid geek (Who da kid)
It's super street
It's
was a kid my parents abandoned me
I was picked up and I was raised by two clowns
They showed me I'm a Juggalo and how to put it down
I told him to be
I checked in with my x-wing
I flew it in from Tattoine
I'm trying to get to Dagobah
But I just let the day go by
I don't really do much
I just sit
On My Feet
Vans-Vans On My Feet
Vans On My Feet baby get like me
Alright, alright, alright hold up
Lemme talk at these folks right quick here
Look at my
A song called Highway Star, this one.
Nobody gonna beat my car
I'm gonna race it to the ground
Nobody gonna beat my car
It's gonna break
over
(Starting all over)
Put the blame on myself, I'm not blaming nobody
Ima carry my boulder
(Carry my boulder)
Ain't even pick up the phone to check
hustler enti daa m3didi
Mek) manim nana menhw3 makyi
Daabi metan obi daabi metan obi
I still dey grind merhn I dey on ma feet
Nyame ka mi ho daa enti for
open up accounts for 'em, we bounce tour in
Major cities, arenas, headline with big time singers
Cop Ferraris with navigational screens
Guide us
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