Lyrics:
practice the lost art of conversation
David Jason, Francis Bacon, Frank Lampard
It's gonna take some concentration
But all the best things do
There's
I tell a bad bitch can you shake it
Cooking that bacon I tell her that I want to taste it
Got her dancing now the drink wasting
She a bad bitch but
a fucking foot loose like I'm Kevin Bacon
I know I'm gonna make it, I just hope that you can take it
All I got is talent and the skill, now let me demonstrate
like bacon
I do him foul, flagrant
Let's go toe to toe if you hating
Cause I promised my mama I'd make it
They ride the wave, I make it
And I need a bag
to strike me for my life
Slice and dice, men or mice, GZA tell 'em what it's like
Aiyo, money making, people flaking, Cash Rules, fuck the bacon
to touch the bucks Lavonte David
The way I treat them nowadays, like I seen em' point shaving
I go into the extreme RVD mixed with Raven
Don't sleep
they still be playing
I don't eat no bacon
Ma-jaican
Since I got my twists done
She b thorough-straighting (frustrating)
Tiki Taka dun dun
It be giving
Now it's David vers' Goliath
Fuck you and your Pale Rap Youtube hit
If I shoot two clips you won't be around
To see how many views you get
Yo, so you
David Dinkins ran the city, I been David Beckham (kickin')
My uncle scratchin' and he sweatin', while I'm playin' Tekken (woo)
I seen a lot
I seen
Worth millions still back your bitch lookin bummy what
Ya'll staring at the angel of death
Liar liar pants on fire You burning up like David Koresh
the nation
Like yamakas and kufis
For people who don't eat bacon
As-salamu alaykum, Kevin Bacon
My flow is a river wild
Current ending complaining
Forgetting
(Go)
Me and China goin' crazy (Crazy)
I do this shit for my baby (Go)
My diamonds drippin' like gravy (Go)
Walk with the ice like I'm David (Go)
Aye,
door, pull out a chopper and a scope
Bullets like the man is dope, red bandana tote
More P's than Mississippi, even David Banner know
I got an Alabama
of Israel
Real recognize real no matter the battlefield
My 6 pointed Magen David, Hated like Emmett Till
For Russian roulette, spin the barrel like Ferris
like a soldier (I move like a soldier)
Young David Blaine
Yeah I do magic I cannot explain
Saving the game
They don't know my name
But I never change
I
Worth millions still back your bitch lookin' bummy what
Ya'll staring at the angel of death
Liar liar pants on fire you burning up like David Koresh
You got flows
And give me all the glory great things will unfold
Praise and worship I dance like David
Rain down your presence Lord in this room
I know
bitch lookin bummy what
Ya'll staring at the angel of death
Liar liar pants on fire You burning up like David Koresh
This is architect music, verbal
and just blow em a kiss
'cause they the ones who used to dis before I made these hits
Before I had the turkey bacon wit mahamony grits
Before a nigga hit
bring home the bacon
I'm not Pixar, you are mistaken that I'm taking shorts
The long route, I'm all out til I get a Boxster Porshe
With a drop top like I
begs my pardon
Got me mistaken
Muslim salami bacon
Always on the defense
So it's no offense taken
I'm smoking on them raisins
From the bay they
straight, you a gay couple
I ain't thirsty for the deal, way to make 'em pay double
Anxious when the bacon on the table, I need a muzzle
You're basic like
grind, grind, shine!
My story is, so glorious
Fat fly boy, young Notorious
Notorious, for move makin'
I got a pistol for a pig, cook bacon
I'm a young G
to late
All this fucking stress got me faking on dates
Was feeling blue now David got me in the groove
Jumpout boys taking over local news
Old girl
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