Lyrics:
I’m A “G”
Vs 1
I’m After F But Prior To H And I,
So You’ll Recognize This In Me Before You Say Hi.
I’m A G.E.N.I.U.S
Embedded In My Genetics
Swerving so fast F1 might crash
Wake up to reality this shit don't last ayy
Trust in the universe, keep your faith
Life will take a turn I'll be lookin' like
Ha, T-Raww, f*** y'all, money talk, dick large
Tyga in my backyard, b****es on my Footon
Dog house, no dog, shoot out Chris Paul
Walkin'
Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah) boat
Live fast, It’s F1, my new gun (Gun)
Black on black
Got new titties like Shu young (Young)
Fuckin her, she mad, tryna
remember.... I did number four or five the other week and I... you know, it
was the other week, wasn't it? It's too f.... I was in here for a couple of days
you know, allright we go... hah! and ah Bruce, Dave and H
going "aah Nick, what you.. f'king... what'd you doing?" You know, I said "Nothing!", and I
lot as I said I believe earlier on. If I didn't, as I said again on
previous "not alot of people knows that" f'king too f'king bad! A hundred and seven
shit look expired
Outta shit you wanted like Oscar Meyer
Go and get that fake ass beef out of here
Bitch, I'm straight from hell so
I keep it fire
He
12th of February 1982, If I said that
already, too f'king bad! Ah, it was first released, as I said, whenever it was, featuring Bruce on vocals. Now
F-R-3, V-K (F-R, she a freak yeah)
F-R-3, V-K (F-R, she a freak yeah)
F-R-3, V-K (F-R, she a freak yeah)
F-R-3 (F-R)
Yo, she acts like a freak hey
was being in another, well,
Kevin and Kevin were best friends since seven,
La la la-la-la la la.
When they met at Joey Meyer's
Red White and Blue
backie it's Russian
Red diamonds like they blushing
You could look but ain't no touching
We could f*ck but ain't no cuffing
Ain't got no b*tch*s who just
morgen liest. Und dann steigt er in sein Auto - wie immer, und dann fährt er ins Büro - wie immer, dann sitzt er an seinem Tisch - wie immer, wie
foggin' shit
Cuete fight like Bruce Lee, mach six
Balas to his body have him singin' a harmony
Ain't no harm on me, steppin' to me is blasphemy
Better pray
name I don't remember, it's up the street from Fred Meyer,
and they got out their clubs and they ran after me, yelling,
"We're gonna kill you, you
of his chainsaws
While he dips 'em in P.F. Chang's sauce?
Game's up, homie, hang it up like some crank calls
You think I'm backin' down? You must be out
hail down
Fire rains screaming out in dire pain
Chase Freddy's ass down Michael Meyer's lane
The world is living shiesty and I
Don't know who to trust
Remember when I didn't have no f*cking dough
Couldn't pull up to a store
Now I got so much cash
Sh*t stacking like some f*cking snow
New whips, new
Meyer
I love Breyers, but I'm dumb tired
When they say "based
" I say "safe" like an umpire
They say waders are lame
With the brush binder
Daryl Hall hair
watercolor watercolor
Watercolor watercolor
You, filter liar Bristol Meyer
F
A
K
E
Fake fake fake
What da ya think
What da ya think
Needle in needle out
Knife
on Bruce Bruce
Yeah, I talk that shit, bitch, I got bread, bitch, I got toast
Welcome to The Murder Show, I am the motherfucking host
They call me Wheezy
Your crew stay static, Bruce Wayne moves when I move that baggage
Bite my lines but can't bite this talent Try keep up but you might leave jealous
I
turds
Dib and I k-I-s, y'all l-a-f and those eight words
I'm a d-o-b, I was d-o-a, but I came up out of that coma homie
Odb, I take no t-o, I'm like
movin mickey i might have to put em down
(bruce sleez)
cnd if he swing me a piece then imma zoe
Feel like icewear vezzo when i up the scoe
Make that
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