Lyrics:
Parade of Lifeless Packaging
- All ready to use
the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
- I just need a fuse.
Got people stocked in every shade,
Must
a tour behind the
Doors where dreams are made
Where boys and girls around the
World can come to play
Where you'll see entertainment
Innovation on display
Is you ready
Is you ready
Is you ready
Is you ready for a real woman
Is you ready
Is you ready
Is you ready
Is you ready for a real woman
Is you
Back in this Bitch
Packaging dope
Check out my wrist
Snatch up ya hoe
Louis the kicks
Matching the coat
Picture me rich
Picture me broke
We in
I can't stand steady
Every body asking if I'm ready
Hardly barley ever been
Its scared driving over
An how is sin
Does he get his kicks slamming
the jacket the packaging popping you coming through babe
Wanna be your man won't play no games
Call me Superman display my cape
In the morning
Oh my from your
the pay no accommodate ohh no
Look how the gyal dem pack up mi yard from the front to the gate ohh no
Y’all ready know as a dey be
Well me I no be JJC o
JJC
Imma go gain a bag
Imma go count some bricks
You cannot love me you I’m covered with damages
Stacking my bread like I’m ups packaging
We don’t
talking shit
Na na na na na na!
Maybe it's my packaging, cwon temi lo mo
Gimme space I need oxygen, fi mi le mon bo
They asked if I wanted to sign or not
I
to a whole other level
Complain
Middle finger up, let's see them hanging
Leaders of this world, display their bodies swinging
Keep the hopes up, keep fighting
The problem is when opportunity comes knocking at the door I need to be ready for more
Just like a lobbyist I’m an advocate for the Lord
Here to keep you
packaging
Eyes don dey red for here
See I dey try make nothing no go hinder me
As he dey go no be everybody go love you
Bukata po nile sugbon talo fe gbo
Ki
Ilsha on the track right now
Let's go
Soon as dey say it's time for Bay
I in rush, for da rush gatta get ready for stage
Yeah
Nobody could take
a steel knife
Packing my knife, ready to fight for a better fucking life
In this cold world, I made my own firestorm, bringing warmth to the lost, those who
on her eye
God don't like ugly, and neither do I
Fuck a bad bitch, then I nut on her eye
Ride with the fire, I'm not ready to die
Pass him a-Pass him
tu contacto
Me dijeron que tu taba' ready
Si quieres pasar un buen rato
Ponte un vetidito' y uno' teni'
Y ese display
Que me tiene loco
And there's
Everytime you see me
You know I'm the sauce
Everytime you see me, You know that I'm Ready
You know I'm the sauce and the drip says I'm Ready
About The City Where Killas Keep It Crackin Too Dark And Gritty Back In The Dizzy Jackin Was Happenin Gafflin Many
Cacklin Now We Packaging Crack
the credit e dey gbim gbim gbim
For you girl I dey sing sing sing
As you see me like your packaging
No go dey drive person go crazy
With a Iikkle bit
still the same kung fu
Na packaging the packaging is what you buying too
I could be fake man I could be real too Am selling what you buy you buying what
Can't imagine the compassion gettin' better coming back to me
When I rap this shit like packaging
And I hope that the energy come back to me
But lately
For my crib you go hop nu
Ibia house chiri top m
Packaging boys na watch nu
Uggghh, Some niggas na cough nu
Nwa pastor, Ngaba church nu
I never think I
the Goat
I used to whip up the work in bando a table of poles
Ready to blow
I got that shit by the O could smell the shit all in my clothes
Look at these
eye
God don't like ugly and neither do I
Fuck a bad bitch and I nut on her eye
Ride with the fire, I'm not ready to die
Pass him a, pass him
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