Lyrics:
Bomber jackets & snapbacks
Drug habits
Watch me dance
Confidence
In a few grams
Feeling myself
I'd fuck me man
Just a few lines
On weekends
Zero
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
discipline
When I experience pain
I know how to collect herbs
To draw them out
To draw the pain out
Nature is my pharmacist
Essential oils are my best friends
it's sewn wrong
I ride through ya hood in a Mr. Softee truck
Then pull a mac out a box of snow cones
Yeah, ya little fucks
Gimme ya fucking money!
Bleeding my heart just keeps bleeding
Why am I still breathing
Does my life ay does my life have meaning
Just fake love fake love all I experience
ain't no fluke aye
Blow dat a bitch a flute aye
My bitch go tuh tuh
Aye
Yo shit sound like poop
Don't need a crew
Sliding like coop
Popping by da group
of this intergalactic show, emperor of all known and unknown worlds, the no one knows more than I do about anything, mr grab em by the pussy, president,
fans use to call me
They call me Mr talkson Soro Soro . Master
Stand by the microphone say my Speech
All people give me ears let me Feed you with
Coulda never make you sad
Trying to make it snappy
And get that love that you must have
Because L and a 0 and a V and a E
That could make the world
It's after hours at that glamorous blind spot
And we're taking it easy, swapping personal experiences
Let's listen in America today
Life
Eleven
4-1-0-8-0-9-1-5-9
Same 227 style with one nosy bitch in the blind
Hit, one-five-five for twenty sacks and better
Nothin' but love for this
been a victim of Cupid's Flaws
Miss the bullseye every time he got the arrow
But when the target locks, it's zero on the ammo
Baby I need you, to make
with me
Hahaha
ZION on the mic
We are here to talk about Zion
We bless you all in Jesus mighty name
In Zion nous ne sommes plus Zéro
Sont plus zero
Too many times I done been hated on, by 5-0
Fuck your badge, I wish all of you bitches would die slow
I'm just trying to survive hoe, and feed my
Too many times I done been hated on, by 5-0
Fuck your badge, I wish all of you bitches would die slow
I'm just trying to survive hoe, and feed my
fobie bo są niewygodne
Leci zero siedem jestem Jamesem Bondem ej
Zero spin każdy dobrze się bawi
Typ przebiega koło mnie śpiewa „lali lali lali"
Od
ride, I ride for Trey-0-5
Trick Daddy! (When I ride, I ride for Trey-0-5)
Rick Ross!
Pitbull!
The Bottom!
Listen Nigga!
Till a nigga D-I-E,
ride, I ride for Trey-0-5
Trick Daddy! (When I ride, I ride for Trey-0-5)
Rick Ross!
Pitbull!
The Bottom!
Listen Nigga!
Till a nigga D-I-E,
why I'm around, will you still stick with me?
Never wana stand by me Just wana still from me
My refusal gets your sharp thing under my skin like in
"It's after hours at that glamorous blind spot
Where they're taking it easy, swapping personal experiences
Let's listen in America Today"
Life
Mr charlie's smile is still rotten
Halitosis behind the mandate creates
A screw face can make, a nigga very irate
And breathe life into a beast
That
finally extinguished.
Mr. Stranger, aka The Bone Man, goes to Dublin
Space. Time. Rhythm. Static. Kinetic. Truth. What is truth?
Silence. Do you know?
Hey, UD (Maybach Music)
What's good, my boy?
Mr. 3-0-5 (yes sir), Wade County
Sixteen years later
We done made history
Three rings on our
use to sell the people weed y’all acting like I‘m trying to purge
Now I only sell the people words Mr. Officer
Verse 3:
This guy passing by said he
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