Lyrics:
RedOne, Konvict
GaGa, oh, eh
I've had a little bit too much, much (oh, oh, oh)
All of the people start to rush (start to rush by)
A dizzy
like a dyke I just might shoot a film
If she talk to me nice I might by some chanel
If she talk to me nice I might by her chanel
If she talk to me nice I
Good morning
(Good morning, sir can I help you?)
Uh, yes do you have a copy
Of 30 Days In The Samarkand
Desert With The Duchess of Kent
By A e j
)
I miss you, baby, without you, baby, they're ain't no future
(Miss you, miss you, miss you) yeah, oh no
(Oh, I) oh, I (oh, I)
I miss you, baby
(Miss
J's so clean, even Paul of Thebes came out
Office in the hall of meat, I can't even check the mail
Without a trail of handlers waving around dog
my green
She askin' me can't she come over and she wanna kiss on my chin
Van Dyke in my DMs and callin' me twin
I'm hittin' the bins, I throw
Buck da jack like Saquon
I’m hood chef like Rakweaon
Heater on me I stay warm
Make you tipsy dance like J-Kown
Hot boi napalm
i’m who she put her
to trial, I'll never cop a plea
Coolin by myself when I don't rap I try to smoke in peace
We use tools to fix our problems we not with that net talkin'
You
Studied all the words to the rhyme
You're my life, without you there's no sun, there's no moon
There's no stars, shinin in the ni-iight
[Mary J. Blige]
Florida like a Seminole
Gator face when you pass by, no friendly shit
Niggas wanna hate on the swag
But they envy it niggas only fuck with you
Close when
and get this
I’ll keep spitting relentless
If I was you I wouldn’t dare to attempt this
I can get you high, yeah I’m the quick fix
Streets anthem, Sensei J
a
Nigga know what nice is
I was 60 I have flow-itis
I like my weed green and my ho's dyke-ish
You know you like this
Young kid'll live by goldie advice's
Anybody you see me with ready to uh shhhhh
If they ain't killed somebody ready to kill a nigga
When I'm in the trap all the dope get sacked by a bitch
I
or leave it alone (oh)
You gotta love it or leave it alone (J Rob)
You gotta love it or leave it alone (J Rob)
You gotta love it or leave it alone (oh,
or leave it alone (oh)
You gotta love it or leave it alone (J Rob)
You gotta love it or leave it alone (J Rob)
You gotta love it or leave it alone (oh,
feelin' you?
Thats shit was a set up
Fuck with the gang and you going to get headshot
Move like a dyke cause we always stay strapped like
(Graahh graahhh)
bitch you thinking shit is funny
Have you want me back with my tears out ya tummy
Like she tryna rump, but I gotta go
J30 my brother for him i'm on go
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
on Van Dyke
I don't give a fuck, run ah muck, do what you like
I'm like a blast from ah gun, takin another son
The dope man who got caught yo, from what he
spender, you small talker
Have you seen Grandma's gilded walker?
Johnny Rotten? Albert Camus?
Really, any single one of you will do
John Wayne Gacey to Van
desk/ so did he didn’t break my neck/ I got taken/ into the hall n yelled at/ by that Dyke bitch Miss Keaton/ nothin happened to the bully/ no punishment/
& more like Merle Hag
Blisters on my hands, willpower in my membrane
You can't make success unless you start without a template
Make the shit from scratch,
making bitches mad, cause I'm a pretty, pretty dyke (Gay)
Out on the floor and my head starts to rush
I just need a touch, bitch you know I'm too much
and think that we play
I'll rupture your anus no homo ain't gay
I'll spray yo ass down ain't talkin bout dicks
Stay strapped like a dyke
Know that I keep
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