Lyrics:
B-B-B-B-Bassy
Kick it back in the house in pajamas
Watching the Obamas talk about my problems
(And I)
I smoke the best shit grown by my partners
the drawer
You better think of the consequence
(But who are you?)
I'm your mothafuckin' conscience!
That's nonsense go in
Gaffle the money and run to
One
And then put you in a trans
After banging that ass
They be leaving With the gang
She said Melvin pull Me closer by your side I'm getting colder
I'm like
You are the melody to this song
You are the lyrics I sing
The air that I breath
My Butterfly
Ain't nobody on Earth like my girl
Michael Jackson bad you
a fool
Baby girl go head
I ain't hear to make the rules
I'm feeling good
So I do a little 1 2
Uncle Sam in da club
Like I want you
Who is that over there
[André 3000 talking]
So, I typed a text to a girl I used to see
Sayin that I chose this cutie pie with whom I wanna be
And I apologize if this
visibly shaken
Taken them plungers, plungin' to death that's painted by the numbers
With Krylon applied pressure, cats is playin God
By havin' children
Trying to find some girls that will lay us
Cutie with a bootie that's a lay up, yep
It's the return of the Mac word to Mark Morson
Wondering who wants Him
of the killers
A young girl marries an older man
With more money than you can understand
He smouthers her with pearls and jewellery
And they both seemed as happy
of the killers
A young girl marries an older man
With more money than you can understand
He smouthers her with pearls and jewellery
And they both seemed as happy
I'm the one who told Kyron you was there
I was hoping that he will kill you
Six months ago a girl died outside a club, she was shot in the back
She
were leaving him by himself
And ten years would pass before Mom sees anybody else
Just us, in middle school I ain't understand
Who Melissa was and why
should ask you this question from me
How would you like it if you were the Mrs. Ching?
Nah I'm just kidding, that's a little too much
Girl I would do
(Slayed)
It’s all about that deposit (Deposit)
Can’t let a fuck nigga by me (No no)
These days bitches swear they bad, bitch take off that mask, get a bag
influenced by that girl
Dyin' from botched surgeries—what a sad world!
But before the butt job, you was a Spongebob
Suckin' cock for records, captain
me get fried off the roof
We're high as the moon
Thinking bout who's as real as they come
Cause brothers be fake that's the truth
I ain't gonna slide
I know that I can't be stopped by an injunction
I know they despise the man who see's how it functions
I know that life blows like like a bitch in
balanced by some pure-hearted people I found
Why do we put so much emphasis on who ain’t there?
‘Stead of ‘preciating the ones that prove they care
You
be sane
Should I live shouting his name
Remember what he became
Remember what he was
To not forget who he raised
I'm his daughter that's some shit
prove to the masses
That the truth in the youth is a magnet
Humans are moving in classes
Disputing and choosing who has it
It’s amusing they’re choosing
I can tell by the way, you lookin' at me, girl
I wanna make love in this club (ayy) (wanna make love)
In this club (ayy) (yeah)
In this club
Theater, Theater
Now who the fuck am I
Now who the fuck am I
Now who the fuck am I
Never look back
That's that rear view theater
Theater, Theater
Now who
Have you seen that girl?
Have you seen her?
She's the freakiest thing, you gotta meet her
You do whatever it takes to get her by your side
Whoa
Have you seen that girl?
Have you seen her?
She's the freakiest thing, you gotta meet her
You do whatever it takes to get her by your side
Whoa
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