Lyrics:
blessed
Cookin' up this rhythm medium well
Bae you know we can kick it but I don't kiss and tell
Shootin' arrows straight through your heart like William
Twelve-gauge shotguns, I seen twelve-gauge, um, pumps
I don't give a fuck
I could talk a cat off the back of a fish truck
Tell me what's up
All
I see potential I know its heaven sent
You are potential the pioneer of seven sense
Unlock the mental you me as a medium
Never go for average always
of truck stop coffee
The ghosts in the hall have all been crucified by me
I'm talking to a medium about them next week
And if they still hang around here,
too much
But I like how I think too much
One day with you in Bentley trucks
For now, we just both broke fucks
McDonalds' Fries is my whole lunch
My
later, call me Mr. Money-Buck
Graduated, said adios to all the schmucks
Now, I leveled up
Went from basic, medium, and then, deluxe
Got no lean in my cups
concise, no need to splice
My system contains musical rap rain
Instrumentals inserted inside your brain
All levels rate low with a medium tempo
I give
Pullin up out a brand new Bentley truck
audemars all lit up
Wanna play we can get it up
cny way you want it lit up
Got the stars in the roof
send
medium rare shit
Everything I make is well done baby
[Chorus - Tyga]
Tell them bitches I'm the man
Money over bitches nigga that's the plan
Everything I
I'm blushing
You got that yummy yummy like I'm Justin
There's no room to improve
Hit up Chino I need couples tattoos
If love is a crime medium jumpsuit
Could use the money to fix up my old truck, cuz lately all I’m ridin’ is a bad run of luck
No need to worry; things are sure to turn around. I
grip with my claws
I don't conflict with the law
Attraction is always the cause
I'm on a diet
Go ahead and serve it up raw
Yeah
Medium rare
Drop a couple
the grain, even when I was growin' wheat
Got back into rock and roll, and then got into poetry
Started expressin' everything I could through the medium
concise, no need to splice
My system contains musical rap rain
Instrumentals inserted inside your brain
All levels rate low with a medium tempo
I give
to
Purchase the necessary equipment.
He bought masking tape, a staple gun and a medium sized cardboard box
Just right for a person of his build.
He judged
bought masking tape, a staple gun and a
medium sized cardboard box just right for a person of his build. He judged that
with a minimum of jostling he
concise, no need to splice
My system contains musical rap rain
Instrumentals inserted inside your brain
All levels rate low with a medium tempo
I give
for all that we let in)
See those crosses on the side of the road
Tied with ribbons in the medium
They make me grateful, I can go this far
Lay me
(We're better off for all that we let in)
See those crosses on the side of the road
Tied with ribbons in the medium
They make me grateful I can go
levels rate low with a medium tempo
I give a dramatical cameo show
And now you know DJ Polo
These party people are ready to go
See it's a demo
We like to murder in combat war on the streets
.4 5 Glock 40's on sight to see
Me and the homies run deep like a wild pack of wolves
Attack
Giving medium the biz
Like the big stuff
But the big stuff
Get treated like it's little stuff
What?
All a homie need is a big fat beat
Rumbling under
beef, yo it better be done
I'm a non stop dude, in a combat mood
always blunt and crude, you are not approved
it must suck to be you, what the fuck you
Shakazulu,
Bac-lavah, steak medium well, out in Honolulu
Niggas grew,
Who turned the blowgun metal from bamboo?
It was you!!!
Cop a steam room, aim a house
.jpg/220px-Swamp_Terrorists_-_Combat_Shock_(1993).jpg "Combat Shock")
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