Lyrics:
Laughing at the larconists, abnoxious looking arsonist, aspiring 'nsighted lyricist
He's clearly indicisive as the lyrics parsed by pharmasists
Perscribed
need the cook up
Got shit to hook the crooks up
Hit me up on my header
And I'ma call you back
Cause ain't no taps on my celly
Nig, come get all
just got the hook-up
Look me up if you need the cook up
Got shit to hook the crooks up
Hit me up on my header
And I'ma call you back
Cause ain't no taps
header
And I'm a call you back
'Cause ain't no taps on my celly
Nig, come get all we got
A little hustling mother fucker
With a pocket full
header
And I'm a call you back
'Cause ain't no taps on my celly
Nig, come get all we got
A little hustling mother fucker
With a pocket full
And now you watch me skyrocket in my own plane
Never the same and nobody else can do it better
Three to the third is the word, got the triple-header
Swear when you start dey get it most this niggas hate
Remember days non aguan shit was motivating
Thank Jehovah
Light Ganja It's another day
Tryna
rimane!
La droga è la chiave
Tu non la Sai usare
Non sai come aprire le porte e Rimani soltanto un coglione Che ha in mano una chiave
Moloch... Tra i loro
Mayweather
Heading for my goal I'm scoring great headers
Till my name gets round quicker than a chain letter
Leaders come and go and I'm tryna be the longest
unstable
Non posse non peccare
Sin Monday to Friday
And a little on the weekend
Just to anger the Almighty
Got a fear of missing out
Well, a mix of fear
watch me skyrocket in my own plane
Never the same and nobody else can do it better
Three to the third is the word, got the triple-header
So you better,
raps
A demon in jet black releasin venomous attacks
Nothin you say can release you from the schemin
Flows and bars leave emcees non-breathin
And what can
swallow
No java, just straight powders
Huevos vodka, tonic
Half Wheaties half vomit
Broke and unholy
Guess that makes me non-prophet
Knocking ciroc bottles
Fresh air I'm loving the weather
Stay fresh ay we getting the cheddar
Now from my fans I be just getting an letters
All over the headers we just
I got seven different letters
Not for love, but missing headers
Cause I murdered anyone who ever said they loved my heather
I got seven different
the way that I make this cobb
I ain't lookin for no job
Cause this music tings all I got
Shoot shit like a rocket
Press the gas go fast non-stop
Drop
goals and I'ma header
My mind refreshed I'm seeing things much clearer
Done with school phase I'm Starting rap era
I really hope I make it before December
watch me skyrocket in my own plane
Never the same and nobody else can do it better
Three to the third is the word, got the triple-header
So you better,
And now you watch me skyrocket in my own plane
Never the same and nobody else can do it better
Three to the third is the word, got the triple-header
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