Lyrics:
commando gear -- black robes and a red sash
around his head -- is standing by a plan on the wall. He is addressing an
audience of about eight MASKED
I got 8 balls (yeah)
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG, bitch, I got 8 balls
Soft white, I got that G-mix (huh)
I'm going gold, crumbs to the bricks
I got 8 balls (yeah)
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG, bitch, I got 8 balls
Soft white, I got that G-mix (huh)
I'm going gold, crumbs to the bricks
with the yellow gold
Before the morning light
Yet if they press me sharply
Harry me through the day
Oh, then look for me by moonlight
Watch for me
it ain’t rough
(Haha)
I killed, some people, right
But see, I’m innocent, right
Involuntary manslaughter
But I’m no worse than that Harry Potter
I
pray for every soul that this music reaches
Bury me a G, ten Jesus pieces
I'm his poltergeist, niggas know I'm more than nice
All these jewels on, all ?
Quick, quote a prayer, pull it from the archives
I pray for every soul that this music reaches
Bury me a G, ten Jesus pieces
I'm his poltergeist,
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
of rhymes
Chimes of tunes, sign of times by harry styles
With a Taylor up his ass
Tryna' rune tablets
Check to see
Kanye wrecks her feat
And you find me
storyline and strong performances from its cast, including Robert DowneyJr. as Iron Man and Chris Evans as Captain America.
Number eight.
"Harry Potter
and he already sold two
Loaded up my saddle, got ready for battle
Hid two pieces of gold inside of my satchel
We rolled two miles until we hit the spot
Trendsetter, landowner
Hope your bitch don't land on him
Drink in his hand with the sand on him
You small time, you Hyundai's
You couch niggas, we stand
on the ground and dig out his eyes
And make him bawl for his mother
We don't like each other
Only 'cause I fucked his baby mother
That bitch was under the cover
ain't no duck room (shh)
Shot him in his face, now his ass in the up room (beep, beep, beep)
No, I ain't do it, but for bro, got the bail
Heard he
out of my chest
Fear and loathing 'cross the country listenin' to my 8-track
I reached behind the seat and snatched a Kool from the pack
I'm
out of my chest
Fear and loathing 'cross the country listenin' to my 8-track
I reached behind the seat and snatched a Kool from the pack
I'm
drowned their sins in rum
The devil himself would have to call them scum
Every man aboard would have killed his mate
For a bag of guineas or a piece
(fake)
I8, beamer boys, new coupe, vroom vroom, scoot scoot
Two door, too could fit, sorry baby it ain't no room for you
New hoes, new money, stack
Dirty Harry's
Do a Hail Mary, I make Bloody Mary's out of your capillaries
Pieces of flesh, hangin off a niggaz chest, cause the vest
that he dress,
That's my nigga man, that's my bro
I spoke to him last night, drunk out his ass
It's hard to do this, and I ain't gon' lie
I can't do that shit now
That's my nigga man, that's my bro
I spoke to him last night, drunk out his ass
It's so hard to do this
Yeah
Montana
Soon as you came home,
The waves pounding the rocks on the coast and Captain Flint's
Raw voice screaming: 'Pieces of eight! Pieces of eight! Ha ha hah!'.
And I tell you, no oxen
shit
Tell me it'll be safer to say it in Swahili
They be wheeling you away if you
Say it in South Philly
Look, thirty shots
I'm shootin' to peel his top
at the governor ball
I'm baggin' eight balls
That nigga had to tell his boo
Don't trust my ways laying by the pool
$3K for the shades
These rap niggas
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