Lyrics:
lose her ass yet
From Mark Anthony to A-Rod back to Ben Affleck (mixxy)
Covid got us in the house, we can't go out and turn up
Zac Stacy went viral
You gotta, you gotta roll me one
She got a twin and I need the both of them
Streets can't hold me (ayy, ayy)
We're not friends, so please don't "bro"
on, so we on
I said I Got real with God (I had to get real with myself man) now we on
Now it's time, (I had to realize I can't do this by myself) to
the day we meet again
April the 9th, I will never forget you
A love by so many, now so many regrets
So I sing to you
And I hope you find a way through
32 is dead
Let's keep it going on
Let's see what happened next
Next day all three of us went driving by our new address
That brand new whipple home
blowin up like napalm
I got my man Chilly Dee deejayin on the set
And the one and only DJ Evil-E, we in here
Yo, we outta here like last year
Rhyme
I got to tell you one thing, like
It's my diary
It's a part of my life, like
Last year was fucked up
And I'm just going to keep it real with myself,
Tee)
Yo, King Tee stepping in on a dark tip
Open your eyes and your mind and get a grip
Of the ropes and chains that kept us
Since we
like welcoming Ma$e back
Welcome back, welcome back, welcome back
Pastor Faggot
And now hes back and he's gat holdin'
What a bad omen
He got locked up
The choreographer didn't realize that
This was something
She might want she does: "We've got to
Give them something to talk about again"
So it's all for shock, it's
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
got to keep
Don't care my world
Pay me rent hoe
My whip big dream
Dripped Lorenzo
See me ten things
By the window
Mark me, new king
Word to prince tho
the name of the
Song should be you know
The "Theraflu" song?
PW: yeah
KW: yeah, we’re about to give it a new name
PW: It’s getting that big – they’re
Going
Here boom boom boom boom herega look out!
We're going to bring somebody up
On stage now with us a Mr david Woodford
Going to blow some sax, yeah
Robitussin
I'm the king, ain't no discussion
And now we blowing up like spontaneous human combustion
My consumption is the illest
Section eight, I know you
a Cuban link on my neck
Uneducated, but I got a million
Dollar check hold on
We should've never gave
We should've never gave brothers
Money go back home,
thing
Inhale what is it you breathe for?
Pause the play we're all being recorded
Pick a side, death or life, either way you'll be judged for it
Now exhale
struggle so we jumped that hurdle
Iced out ring on my finger so bright that I got seen on tinder
By Linda
Oh see her
Gassed out like a beaver
You see
now that's a big mood, ay
Things going my way, big mood
Exotic up the driveway, big mood
Double up the contract, big mood
If we don't have no
(yes)
No waiting for His grace it's already done
The devil is defeated we already won
Ugh (ugh)
You are the King of kings (uh huh)
You are salvation
got fans
They do church just for the grams
On sunday e be holy hands
But monday na only fans
It's so intense it drives me mad (It drives me mad)
False
Niggas moving work and use to bang by the store
I never been a pussy I never been a hoe
Only thing I know is how to make a fucking play
If a nigga ever
rim size. That bitch damn near lop sideded
So many God damn hundreds that Ben Frank look cock eyed
Chillin with my nigga P.O.P.E. Don King and we in
to sing!
Everybody's got to sing like the king!
Like the king
Get that leg going now
Get your lip too.
Not no fool Billy Idol lip either
Everybody!
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