Lyrics:
talking, bitch trust me I'm immune
I got 1 duffle full of millions
I got 2 bad bitches look like villains
Count to 3 don't care about your opinion
4 pills my
. biff . . . dush-h-h!
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, youp youp youp youp
Is your wife snoring by the sink?
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, youp youp youp youp
talking 'bout his returning it's all nonsense
They need to stop it
Pack of false prophets
Peddling this falsehood for their own profit
He spent three days
today resides in you
Airs of revolution your time!
One for the music
Two for the money
Three for the LOVE
invention
Yeah, so if you think your vote doesn't matter
Then you're not paying attention
Yeah, everything they do, they do to
Keep you from their
me
And no Snapchat for the porkies (no Snap)
This X3 kicks off like a tank
Put your foot on the gas, let's do this neatly (skrrt, skrrt)
See
Oh baby
Good Lord
Girl the love that you give me is a brand new invention
All my broken rusted feelings are taken from suspension
In all my days I've
Compare me to Meek, big wheelies get popped
One by one, compare 'em to scabs, I'm picking them off
They're going home to fuck Nicki Minaj, aw
Compare me
causin' accidents
His brain was doin' wheelies
An' his blood was three-two beer
When we nailed him in his driveway at his residence
I says, "Orval, you're
beam me up
3D in her iris
I been climbing trees made of psilocybin
Fly down on a leaf, try to land on an island
Miss out on the city, rather be me in
gotta see more (sheesh)
Seen your nigga in my ends and you know I had to detour
Flew in first class just to sit up by the seashore (sheesh)
You can't
My name, it probably ring like Las Vegas slot machines
The MAC by my pelvis in my Helmut Lang (uh-huh)
The shells'll bang, make everything outta your
and anger
Stabbing devils in their chest with a rusty ship anchor
Blood and sand we command and conquer
Wasted land,
Then expand the regions undiscovered by
on Halloween all through the gothic quarter
Stayed in 3 different bnb's in 9 days to get perspective on 3 different places that I stayed
rapped at the Jamboree
balance
But the beam full
Hard times make you callus don’t be fooled
It’s all meant to straighten out all your wrinkles
Take advantage of the day
You
advanced technology
New inventions have to pay
To fight their way
To judgment day
To judgment day
We are the ones that rule the world now
You are
on their knees)
Wise Man 2: By what name are you calling him?
(Dramatic Holy music)
Mandy: Brian.
Three Wise Men:
We worship you, Oh,
Excuse me trooper, will you be needing any packets
today? Yo, b, don't be throwin' on my jacket, ok?
Cool, just trying to get your attention
So
rinse off and you can see yourself again,
No suffering,
No lags in your life while the bullshit been buffering,
(Damn!)
(Ah, ah!)
Sad Days,
(Ah, ah!)
hole, get your mind blown
By the rhyme flow, of a psycho
I'm a rebel with incredible, unforgettable
Metaphysical, meta-rhythmical energy
Maybe it's
If you know the kind of blessings wey edey your in
Wonkasa bebree wo be chucky baabi ay3 din
Atanfo ny3 Nyame you for not see them
Ebia ky3 na 3b3ky3
play a part
Sometimes in this life I feel like there is no escape
But there is, that's why we gotta try to live it day by day
Traversing through this
Wherever you go, wherever you hide
His presence is there, right by your side
When you closing your blinds, in the darkness of night
As far as you
mmisa Sister Vida ( real )
But I did my best
You can ask your friends
Man like shadow can even attest
3baa ne s3n na madane devil na wose abi your Angel
.jpg/300px-The_Mothers_of_Invention_(1968).jpg "The Mothers of Invention")
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