Lyrics:
made cool
We wrote the blueprint for the shit y'all niggas try to do
If I'm not outside, then I'm probably inside your boo
My team's official, you
Yeah why
Can you do the damn thing
Yeah why
Damn little girl
Got yams little girl
Can you do a handstand when you dance little girl said
Damn big boy
You
reviling a meek
Innocent little 12-year-old Negro girl
As she tried to
Enroll in public school? Weren't they - or
Most of them - devout churchgoers? I detest
Give no mercy, I won't give you mercy
I guess that I get your girl wetter, huh
Why she keep calling me father, huh
Pull out that stick Harry Potter, huh
goals
I'm gon' make a mil by the end of the year
Bitch that's one of my goals
That's one of my goals
Harry Kane, I ain't hitting the post
That's one of my
courts (Fuckery)
I wake up with the wildest thoughts
Get money if I didn't then I'll do it by force (Get money)
The corn in the mash got force 44 kicks off
ain't go no dough then pick up your phone and do some shots (yea')
Girl, if you got no arse then you better go gym then do some squats
Small batty girl
Why do people make livin so complicated?
But then I saw a girl, her name was Mary
Introduced to drugs by her boyfriend Harry
He sold crack to the kids
you're over it
Why you, why you say, "Let go," if you're still holding it?
Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby
Just a little bit better
homies
Why? Cause all the homies on me
Hey yo all the digital gonna have to do for now
But I'ma break it down when I get by your town
I love it girl
can get a man to do anything but she's a
Lost little girl
This sexy thing is only 17 and she's a
Lost little girl
I admit I get a lot of love from
took you on tour
Leave the streets, do whatever for you little boy
Fast money, bad bitches, livin' in a rush
Now worse when you love somethin' death
Ladies and gentlemen!
May I have your attention, please?
Do you wake every morning in shame and despair
To discover your pillow is covered with
(La Musica de Harry Fraud)
Verse 1 (Larry June)
I was dipping down the block
My tires were shot
Glanced in my rear view pretty girls behind me
I
Street
Who call themselves The Fugs
In April
They record by Harry Smith doing the
Punkiest songs yet to exist
Lo-fi noisy shit about poetry, sex and drugs
date two people at the same time
Knowing it is twice the sin (Why why why)
Oh yes I have this little problem
Here I'm being vain again (Why why)
Hey man
onstage, can pay the bail with a limp
y'all don't want to give it up to me now that I'm getting pumped
Run around like Calamine, the same old Dub
Do I know
Ladies and gentlemen!
May I have your attention, please?
Do you wake every morning in shame and despair
To discover your pillow is covered with
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
Something about it, man
Same song and dance
In the pale moonlight (yo)
I'm looking at ya, yeah, girl, you're kinda tooken back by
The whole rapper
mad at me she the one who taught her
Damn Damn
Pull up with a stick little nigga Harry Potter
And I get scripts just like a doctor perky turned her
Ladies and gentlemen!
May I have your attention, please?
Do you wake every morning in shame and despair
To discover your pillow is covered with
the Humpty Hump, y'all) (oh, oh, oh, do me, baby)
Uh, do the Humpty Hump, watch me do the Humpty Hump
Oh, yeah, that's the break, y'all
Let a little
tear it apart
I'm gnarlier than Steve-O watching TIVO
Of little girls being t boned by a truck outside of BMO in Slow-mo
I never go slow
I never put out
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