Lyrics:
double in da rap game
Cause I ain't goin' niggatronic
Smart e 'nough to know I ain't bionic
With my main man Harry
Not Connick
Rather rap my black
I want a Pavarotti voice
'Cause I'm a scary Connick
A solo show with the Philharmonic
No fake Monet
Hey, the real Van Gogh
ASeventeen, Cover
Connick maybe
We'll smoke some chronic and just chill
I'm playing second fiddle
I'm working' on a riddle
Try to learn what you're about (Tell me baby)
Longhair, Connick, Domino
They will play all that you need
Oh El Nola, you're beauty makes you shine
Oh El Nola, when will you be mine
Oh El Nola, the grass
on 'em, shittin' on 'em.) (x 4)
Son, get it funky. (Yo, I'm shittin' on 'em.)
I can get symphonic
Like Harry Connick,
Or the Philharmonic.
I'll drop
classy psychopath
Psychotic iconoclast I got an iconic ass
It's ironic how erotic my robotic sonnets
Get girls in bonnets hot like Harry Connicks
Sick
have you singing like Harry Connick
So fake thug shit and that drug shit, homie, stop it
I'm from where niggas get popped and hold that dope in
Connick sucked, okay, and behind him, there was eight and a half tons of heroin, opium, and hashish, and also..
Kiss you in my pants, then he get captive,
Harry Connick
Either way I'm trying to Barry Bonds it
Homer too much
By that I mean I wanna make hits and shoot up
The charts that is, touch hearts ya
skin, like of Harry Connick Jr
Nior (You're) dazzled with my arsenal I carry a platoon
Of flows, but ask my babe he'd say I'm carrying the moon
Sun
Connick
En das de echte beloning
Ik wil de beste rapper van België zijn
En ik ga nie stoppen tot da ik die level bereik
Tot elke clip op een film van Wes
Connick
My style is welfare, half of you bitches is on it!!
Was born with a halo, when broke, I had to pawn it
I stir up controversy and sell I'm like
a maneuver
Said I do the kool and fuck if you a goon or you a shooter
You're assuming I'ma sweat on you like Harry Connick Jr
Slide up to you missy have you
Parade Of The Wooden Soldiers
Leon Jessel
Parade of the Wooden Soldiers
Harry Connick, Jr.
The toy shop door is locked up tight
And everything is quiet
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