Lyrics:
But, um, no, well, she's not Paula, that's for sure
No, no
Paula Thompson born in '54
To a family of four
To the family next door
Take me back next
to the gossip, that's what's said about me constant
It's the life and times of Bumpy Johnson meets Nucky Thompson
I used to rap about death, now I'm only
you know we here to win, I might take your bitch and Might as well go make a demon kid
Brodie is a clown, it's like he got made up by Stephen King, ay,
of four
To the family next door
Take me back next door
Paula Thompson, nee Paula Wright
That's her old house, number 39
Number 41 was mine
If this old
a restaurant menu...
Let me see!...let me see!
Not only do you get the desenex burger
What?
Not only...the desenex burger
Well you are in for a real treat,
Greetings, earthlings, take me to your leader (ooh shit!)
D.E.E.P. you want to go D.E.E.P., I'll take ya D.E.E.P
You know you fucked up when you let
(Who's the Master)
First Im a drop down say thanks to the man upstairs
He seems to be the only one who cares Dreams to deep for me to share
When you
supposed to be my
Then you should throw some
I got twin by me, call that Olsen
Never backing out, I’m really ‘bout to go son
Okay I’m on one (on one)
I
still drumming
Gang on shoot shit lake Klay Thompson
On gang these bands and drip too awesome
Flue Hunnids on me just like slawson
These racks on me bitch
to Donda
Codeine sippin' I'm brazy brazy
Really my twin know Moses my baby
Every pic' of me I'm throwing up the mile, tell outer towner Ima 6 mile native
got old, the food got cold
Both of our tempers were on swole
For the most part you fuss, fight, fart
You build it up to break it down and now take it
People also call me Slimon but that's only if they know me
If you don't be playin' frisbee well then bitch you ain't my homie
Did y'all know I'mm a twin
conscious
I might take me a hostage
I fell asleep in Worcester, I just woke up in Compton
Shout out to LA, where your songs play niggas gon' put on my shit
alive
But I only like dead rappers
Compare me to the best rappers who died
And you rappers I used to look up to
I gotta cancel you now
Like Simon
on the side with some choppas
I'm throwin' up fours like my name is Klay Thompson
Ayy, some loose screws, with me, tryna put somethin' to sleep
Make you post
then I leave
Money on me only thing bout me green
Ain't no I in the team but I bet succeed
Tell gang that I got it I go for the lead
Kill a opp wet em up
(D-Roc)]
Here we come so fuck the whole flow
Ying Yang Twins kicking in your door
Everybody better hit the floor
Give me the weed and out you'll go
Bad
Niggas come through
I got them bitches on the CD
They gon' watch me like we on the DVD
I don't give a fuck man, you see me on the TV
And I'm all up in
Wake up shake up
Girls luv a freak song turn the funk up
Us twins be a must so super pro static feems bounce with us
Let me tell ya bout a feem
Queen
a Patek
I know you an eater
Can tell by the lisp
Only got time to level up
Level up
I think that I leveled up
Leveled up
Only got time to run it up
Run it
teach you how to stunt
Teach me out to stunt?
They need to let me teach them how to roll a fat blunt
Get high get drunk and take it easy
And stop
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
right now
I stay different (Huh) you ain't with it (Huh)
I stay gifted with some people that do get me (Huh)
I ain't letting up (No) I do not fold
Imma go
painful
Post me up on the gram, you know like a page full
That double tap gon' feel good if you hit the right angles
And not to pressure you but, this pussy
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