Lyrics:
Everything I do, they do, guess Yeezy set the trend
And we in this bitch again, time to get rich again (throw your motherfuckin' hands)
They lookin' like prey, I guess that's why they praying
And when you flyin' private, it can't be no delayin'
When I speak my mind, it's gon' be some lawsuits and furniture movin'
I gotta haul through, like when you be movin'
I gotta fly to Japan just to be secluded
They did no damage, would I give 'em no chances?
Kiss and tell, oh
Don't tell your homies, don't tell your mama
Don't tell your girlfriends that'll start some drama
Stay off that Facebook
I'll treat you real good
You keep this private and you can get what I give
Baby I know that you're cool with rocking with me
But I can't have you telling everybody
You got me all twisted with your lips like this
So tell me, tell me are you gonna kiss (kiss, kiss) and tell?
Diamonds on fleek
Bitch, I ain't talking about the heat, oh
Put it on, streets
We straight out the streets
We straight out the streets
Straight out the streets to a penthouse
Straight out the streets to a penthouse, Miami beach (Yayo)
Niggas talk crazy on tweets (Who)
They don't want it 'cause I come to defeat (They don't wanna)
I peep, these niggas all sweet (Weak)
Bamboo sticks all in the Jeep (Brr, brr)
It's a new weirdo every week (Weirdo)
Get the whip, put it up for my seats (Put it up)
No cure for the IG disease (No cure)
Do anything for clout (Anything)
They do anything for clout (Anything)
Do anything for clout (Anything)
They do anything for clout (Clout)
Do anything for clout (Clout, do this, woo woo)
They do anything for clout (Anything)
Do anything for clout (Hey)
Bitch, watch your mouth (Watch it)
Bitch, stay in your place (Place)
Bitch, get out the way (Move)
My bitch on your ass, Kim K (Yeah)
No disrespect (Nah)
The nigga be tripping, but we love Ye (He tripping)
Swapping our cars with my bitch
I bought her the Lambo she bought me the Wraith (Swappin')
Practice, practice, practice make perfect
Nigga, it's never too late (Never, never, never)
I took the ssss outta the snake (I took the soul out the snake)
Did not see the bills up out of the bank (Racks)
The blog and the media fake (They fake)
Shorty DM me, I'm straight (I'm straight)
I'm not gon' bite on the bait (Nah)
Sippin' on toxic waste (Look)
On the low with your bitch and it's great (On the low)
Mask on her face, Jason
Run to the set, we in shape (Show)
If I go broke she gone leave, escape (She gone)
I put 2 mill in the safe just in case, don't go my way (no cap)
My kids gotta have money not just me (Facts)
That's selfish (It's selfish)
Oh, I took the crown off the king like Mike did Elvis (Oh, I took it)
Ooh, the world is wild, he dying
Don't lie, that don't help him (World is wild)
Ooh, your bitch want to eat up the drip, and you can not help it
Straight out the streets to a penthouse, Miami beach (Yayo)
Niggas talk crazy on tweets (Who)
They don't want it 'cause I come to defeat (They don't wanna)
I peep, these niggas all sweet (Weak)
Bamboo sticks all in the Jeep (Brr, brr)
There's a new weirdo every week (Weirdo)
Get the whip, put it up for my seats (Put it up)
No cure for the IG disease (No cure)
Do anything for clout (Anything)
They do anything for clout (Anything)
Do anything for clout (Anything)
They do anything for clout (Clout)
Do anything for clout (Clout, do this, woo woo)
They do anything for clout (Anything)
Do anything for clout (Hey)
Look, whole lotta people need to hear this (Facts)
It's a lotta names on my hit list (Bap bap)
Mouth still say what it wants to (Woo)
Pussy still wet like a big bitch (Facts, facts)
I should run a whole blog at this rate (Phew)
They using my name for clickbait (Clickbait)
Bitches even wanna start fake beef (Fake beef)
To sell their little weave in the mixtape
They know I'm the bomb, they ticking me off
Saying anything to get a response
I know that mean they traffic is low
Somebody just gotta practice to launch
So fuck being tame, I'd rather be wild
Bitches is Brandy, they wanna be down
Soon as these bitches got something to sell
They say my name, say my name, Destiny Child
Everybody wanna be lit, everybody wanna be rich
Everybody wanna be this, if I was you, I'd hate me bitch
Read my rhymes, nigga, suck my dick
All of that talk and I'm calling it out
Public opinions from private accounts
You not a check, then you gotta bounce
I got the drip, come get an ounce
They do anything for clout (Clout)
They do anything for clout (Whoo)
Bitches is mad, bitches is trash (Errr)
Oscar the Grouch (Grouch)
Seeing me win, they gotta hurt
Ooh, ooh, ouch
Said when they see me, what they gon' do?
It unfoils
The slave that shook hands and humbled the duke of oil
The spook that spoke sterling silver and pearls twirl, tumbled out of my nappy coils
Visions of sugar plums for all the boys and girls
Why would I sell-out, I'm already rich, don't make no sense
Got more money than Goodell, a whole NFL bench
Did it one-handed like Odell
Handcuffed to a jail
I would've stayed in the sideline
If they gonna tackle, they cheat themselves
You backstabbers gon' turn me back to the old Jay
He's not who you wanna see, he's not as sweet as the old Ye
When I die please don't tweet about my death (death)
Tryna get mentions, bringin' attention to yourself
Please don't post some pic from in the club
With some quote you stole like we was tighter than what we was
Tryna get likes from my love
If you can't go by the crib then give my momma a hug
Tell my uptown posse, yeah
Tell my uptown posse, yeah
Get the gat, get the gat, get the gat (gat)
Tell my BK posse, yeah
Tell my BK posse, yeah
Get the gat, get the gat, get the gat (gat)
Tell my Third Ward posse, yeah
Tell my Third Ward posse, yeah
Get the gat, get the gat, get the gat (gat)
Tell that magnolia posse, yeah
Tell that magnolia posse, yeah
Get the gat, get the gat, get the gat, ya heard
I said
Duaa's up from the belly of the Dunya (Subhanallah)
Duaa's up for my umi in the ummah (Subhanallah)
Duaa's up for the honorable Louis Farrakhan
Who pulled me out the grave and pointed me towards the Sunnah (Mash'Allah)
I've been Rappin Duke, Duh-ha duh-ha
You never thought we'd make it to Lā 'ilāha 'illā llāha
It's the day of the judgment, fulfillment of the covenant
These universal truths remains self-evident
R-O-C stands strong like Sphinx do (uh)
Now who gwan come test the champion sound?
Let's fly to Euro, make this the best summer ever
Take the very last car of the Eurostar
Tell the conductor, "Just drive so far"
Told some of your friends and they wasn't excited
Well we gon' tour the countryside and they won't be invited
We will not be disturbed by the fussin' and fighting
Tell Peaches light the herb cause we just reunited
Let's make a move from these herds, go somewhere in private
I'm talking just me and you and the plane and the pilot
Just me and you girl
Whoa oh
Just me and you girl
Whoa oh
Now now now now now who the hell is this
E-mailing me at 11:26, tellin' me that she 36-26,
Plus double D you know how girls on black planet be when they get bubble E
At NYU but she hail from Kansas,
Right now she just lamping, chilling on campus
Sent me a picture with a feeling on Candice
Who said her favorite rapper was the late great Francis
W-H-I-T, it's getting late mami, your screen saver say tweet
So you got to call me, and bring a friend for my friend
His name Kweli (You mean Talib, lyric sticks to your rib)
I mean (That's my favorite CD that I play at my crib)
I mean (You don't really know him, why is you lying)
Yo Kwe', she don't believe me, please pickup the line
She goin' think that I'm lying, just spit a couple of lines
Then maybe I'll be able to give her dick all the time, and get her high
Yeah, I can't believe this nigga use my name for picking up dimes but
Get 'em high, I need some tracks you trying to pull tracks out
And my rhymes as fitting to blow you trying to blow backs out
Well OK, you twisted my arm, I'll assist with the charm, hey yo
Ain't you meet that chick that got friends with yo moms
And she's the bomb, boy she got the bougie behavior
Always got something to say like a okay playa hater
Anyways, I don't usually fuck with the internet
Or chicks with birth control stuck to they arm like Nicorette
You really fucking that much, you trying to get off cigarettes
And she think it's fly, she ain't met a real nigga yet
I apologize if I come off a little inconsiderate
I got the bubble kush and a sister could get ahead of it
Get em high like noon, or the moon or room filled with smoke
A high filled with dope
Y'all assumed I was doomed, out of tune, but I still feel the notes
With real nigga quotes
Real rappers is hard to find, like a remote, control rap is out of
Used to but still got love, that's why I abuse you who are not thugs
Rock clubs like Tiger, Woods in the hood, to have my own reality show
Called Soul Survivor, I stole all liver, niggas in you
You'se a bitch I got ones that are thicker than you
How could I ever let your words affect me, they say Hip-Hop is dead
I'm here to resurrect me, mug is to sexy to even make songs like these
That's why the raw don't know your name, like Alicia Keys
To many featured emcees, and producers is popular
Twelve thousand spins, nobody got to copping her
Album, how come, you the hot garbager
The years clear your image and looped up
Label got you suped up, telling you you sick
Man you a dick with a loose nut
Video hard to watch like Medusa
Even your club record need a booster
Chimped up, with a pimp cup, illiterate nigga
Read the infa', red across your head I'm bread king like Simba
Bolder then Denver, I ain't a Madd Rapper just a emcee with a temper
You dancing for money like honey, I did this my way
So when the industry crash, I survive like Kanye
Spitting through wires and fires, emcees retiring
Got yo hands up, get them motherfuckers higher then
Now, thr-thr-throw your motherfucking hands (get 'em high)
All the girls pass the weed to your motherfucking man (get 'em high)
Now I ain't never tell you to put down your hands (keep 'em high)
And if ya losing yo' high than smoke again (keep 'em high)
You rolling with the real niggas you know we got it
As the world turn and the weed twist
Flew a hundred niggas to Veil on a ski trip
Put away the dope we can see the slopes
We built this shit together why it mean the most
Head on collision somehow I walk away
Give you music for free recouping with the yay
You're rocking with the bow-tie Don
In God we trust, I bust and post bond
In the hood we the Run-DMCs
Best quotes and ropes we don't need
Death Row on foul like Cool C
Big glossy the bitches like, "Who's he?"
Meet me at the Laker store, 'cause I ain't buying shit right now
It was over private bar, you'd better holla at pit for that shit
Boy got me fucking with the baddest bitch and I might be go buy me extra in
I'm not your uncle artist, I'm an artist who goes loco
Army vein, you get up on game, man
'Cause I live on I'll hit the same man
Twice, if you heard of know me game
I'm a new mothafucking breaking them town,
Blocking in town
Now you know what it is and I ain't gotta stay
Life is like a movie and the story aways
Party like the rockstars from night until the day
So get it how you live it I'ma get my
Yeah, rush up
Always wanna brag, always wanna boast
Tryin to get that money, pop the toast
So the come around, get it ghost
I'm talking Patrick Swayze wow
Yeah I'm a rockstar see this cash
Just start to see that flash
I'm balling like an old star baby
And hitting like a pornstar baby
Them block parties in the projects, and on my block
Them block parties in the projects, and on my block
Them block parties in the projects, and on my block
You diggy don't stop, sippin on that private stock
Them block parties in the projects, and on my block
Them block parties in the projects, and on my block
Them block parties in the projects, and on my block
You diggy don't stop, sippin on that private stock
Pussy grabbin' pedophile
Don't push my glass with your tiny hands
Your favorite dish fillet of fish
Roll around your blubber in your golf cart
We're so sick of you
We're so sick of you 45
We're so sick of you
We're so sick of you 45
We're so sick of you
We're so sick of you 45
We're so sick of you
We're so sick of you 45
You're tweeting this your tweeting that
You tweet tweet tweet your a tweety bird
I hope you move to your own private island and North Korea only bombs you
We're so sick of you
We're so sick of you 45
We're so sick of you
We're so sick of you 45
We're so sick of you
We're so sick of you 45
We're so sick of you
We're so sick of you 45
You think this is a joke
But this ain't no joke
I hope you croak number 45
You pussy grabbin pedophile
Cancel gods crown the woke
Everything's burning it's all a joke!
Uoooooooooaaaarrrr! Tweet the pain
Fight the fight from your private plane
Woke-up warriors click the like
Everything's broken-psyche!
Now now now now now who the hell is this
E-mailing me at 11:26, tellin' me that she 36-26,
Plus double D you know how girls on black planet be when they get bubble E
At NYU but she hail from Kansas,
Right now she just lamping, chilling on campus
Sent me a picture with a feeling on Candice
Who said her favorite rapper was the late great Francis
W-H-I-T, it's getting late mami, your screen saver say tweet
So you got to call me, and bring a friend for my friend
His name Kweli (You mean Talib, lyric sticks to your rib)
I mean (That's my favorite CD that I play at my crib)
I mean (You don't really know him, why is you lying)
Yo Kwe', she don't believe me, please pickup the line
She goin' think that I'm lying, just spit a couple of lines
Then maybe I'll be able to give her dick all the time, and get her high
Yeah, I can't believe this nigga use my name for picking up dimes but
Get 'em high, I need some tracks you trying to pull tracks out
And my rhymes as fitting to blow you trying to blow backs out
Well OK, you twisted my arm, I'll assist with the charm, hey yo
Ain't you meet that chick that got friends with yo moms
And she's the bomb, boy she got the bougie behavior
Always got something to say like a okay playa hater
Anyways, I don't usually fuck with the internet
Or chicks with birth control stuck to they arm like Nicorette
You really fucking that much, you trying to get off cigarettes
And she think it's fly, she ain't met a real nigga yet
I apologize if I come off a little inconsiderate
I got the bubble kush and a sister could get ahead of it
Get em high like noon, or the moon or room filled with smoke
A high filled with dope
Y'all assumed I was doomed, out of tune, but I still feel the notes
With real nigga quotes
Real rappers is hard to find, like a remote, control rap is out of
Used to but still got love, that's why I abuse you who are not thugs
Rock clubs like Tiger, Woods in the hood, to have my own reality show
Called Soul Survivor, I stole all liver, niggas in you
You'se a bitch I got ones that are thicker than you
How could I ever let your words affect me, they say Hip-Hop is dead
I'm here to resurrect me, mug is to sexy to even make songs like these
That's why the raw don't know your name, like Alicia Keys
To many featured emcees, and producers is popular
Twelve thousand spins, nobody got to copping her
Album, how come, you the hot garbager
The years clear your image and looped up
Label got you suped up, telling you you sick
Man you a dick with a loose nut
Video hard to watch like Medusa
Even your club record need a booster
Chimped up, with a pimp cup, illiterate nigga
Read the infa', red across your head I'm bread king like Simba
Bolder then Denver, I ain't a Madd Rapper just a emcee with a temper
You dancing for money like honey, I did this my way
So when the industry crash, I survive like Kanye
Spitting through wires and fires, emcees retiring
Got yo hands up, get them motherfuckers higher then
Now, thr-thr-throw your motherfucking hands (get 'em high)
All the girls pass the weed to your motherfucking man (get 'em high)
Now I ain't never tell you to put down your hands (keep 'em high)
And if ya losing yo' high than smoke again (keep 'em high)
I'm tryin' to catch the beat, uh
I'm tryin' to catch the beat
I'm tryin' to catch the beat, uh uh, uh
I'm tryin' to catch the beat
[Chorus]
N-now, th-th-through ya motherfuckin' hands
Get em' high
All the girls pass the weed to ya motherfuckin man
Get em' high
Now I ain't never tell you to put down ya hands
Keep em' high
And if ya losin yo high than smoke again
Keep em' high
N-n-n-now, my flow
Is in the pocket like wallets, I got the bounce like hydrolics
I can't call it, I got the swerve like alchoooool-ics
My freshman year I was goin through hell, a problem
Still I, built up the nerve to drop my ass up outta collllllll-ege
My teacher said I'se a loser, I told her why don't you kill me
I give a fuck if you fail me, I'm gonna folllllllllll-ow
My heart, and if you follow the charts, to the plaques or the stacks
You ain't gotta guess who's back, you see
I'm so shy that you thought it was bashfull but this
Bastard's flow will bash a skull
And I will, cut your girl like Pastor Troy
And I don't, usually smoke but pass the 'dro
And I won't, give you that money that you askin fo'
Why you think, me and Dame cool, we assholes
That's why we here your music in fast fo'
'cause we don't want to here that weak shit no mo'
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
N-n-n-n-n-now who the hell is this
E-mailin' me at 11:26, tellin' me that she 36-26, plus double-d
You know how girls on black planet be when they get bubblee
At N-YU but she headed from Kansas, right now she just lampin, chillin on
Campus
Sent me a picture with a feelin on Candice
Who said her favorite rapper was the late great Francis
W-H-I-T, it's gettin late mami, your screen saver say tweet
So you got to call me, and bring a friend for my friend
His name Kweli
(You mean Talib, lyric sticks to your rib)
I mean
(That's my favorite CD that I play at my crib)
I mean
(You don't really know him, why is you lyin)
Yo Kwe, she don't believe me, please pickup the line
She gon' think that I'm lyin, just spit a couple of lines
Then maybe I'll be able to give her dick all the time, and get her high
[Verse 3: Talib Kweli]
Yeah
I can't believe this nigga use my name for pickin' up dolls but
Get em' high, I need some tracks you tryin' to pull tracks out
And my rhymes as fittin' to blow you tryin' to blow back south
Well ok, you twisted my arm, I'll assist with the charm, hey yo
I though you meet that chick it that got friends with yo moms
And she's the bomb, boy she got the boujI behavior
Always got somethin' to say like a bookee playa hater
Anyway, I don't usually fuck a interneter
Draws stuck to they arm like Nicorette
You really fuckin' that much, you tryin to get off cigarettes
And she think it's fly, she ain't met a real nigga yet
I apologize if I come off a little inconsiderate
I got the bubble cushion a sister could get ahead of it
Get em' high like noon, or the moon or room filled with smoke
A high filled with dope
Y'all assumed I was doomed, out of tune, but I still feel the notes
The real nigga quotes
Real rappers is hard to find, like a remonte, control rap is not a
Used soup it still got life, that's why I abuse you who are not thugs
Rock clubs, it's like Tiger, Woods in the hood, to have my own reality show
Called Soul Survivor, I stole all liver, niggaz in you
You'se a bitch I got ones that are thicker than you
How could I ever let your words affect me, they say Hip-Hop is dead
I'm here to resurrect me, mosh is to sexy to even make songs like these
That's why the raw don't know your name, like Alicia Keys
To many featured emcees, and pro-ducers is popular
Twelve thousand spins, nobody got to coppin her
Album, how come, you the hot garbager
The years clear your image and snooped up
Label got you souped up, tellin' you you sick
Man you a dick with a loose nut
Video hard to watch like Medusa
Even your club record need a booster
Chimped up, with a pimp cup, illeaterate nigga
Read the infa, red across your head I'm bread king like Simba
Bolder then Denver, I ain't a Madd Rapper just a emcee with a temper
You dancin' for money like honey, I did this my way
So when the industry crash, I survive like Kanye
Spittin' through wires and fires, emcees retirin'
Got yo hands up, get them motherfuckers higher then
[Chorus]
Dre be making beats
We made an app that a got billion users in a week
We bought a boat, four hundred eighty feet
I'm so dope, baby, I'm a chic geek
The ladies know, that's why they send me tweet, tweets
I let 'em know that I be on my B-I-Z
Pimping technology, that's what I be
Flossin, Willy on the cover of Fortune
Five double O, sending flows to Martians
Gold digger pros got me taking precaution
'Cause they just want my dough, hashtag extortion
But I don't go for that, y'all know my style
I wrote a app for that, called Trick It Out
I'm so paid, my friends call me PayPal
I make a lot of chips, now they call me Intel
Geekin'
Get my geek on, get my, get my geek on
Get my geek on, get my, get my geek on
Get my geek on, get my, get my geek on
Get my geek on, get my, get my geek, geek
Here we go, here we, here we go
Here we go, here we, here we go
Here we go, here we, here we go
Here we go, here we, here we go
I had a dream and then the dream came true
I bought a boat then I bought a private plane too
I bought a space ship to go to outer space too
And all I had to do is get the ace in the stool
Check me out, I'm a, I'm an engineer
A mathematician, technician and a visioneer
A scientist, the motherfucking nerd
The rebirth of cool, fuck what you heard
I had a nightmare, a recurring dream
That I was in charge of the Russian army
And instead of fighting to the bitter end
I tweeted "stop violence" and that was the end
My tossed off snark and ironic tone
Would cut through the sea of tempered moans
All lowercase with no intelligence left
My tweets, they know me better than myself
Library of irony, out of focus lens
Owned by a narcissist with no fashion sense
A cesspool of opinons that are treated like facts
Journalists quote to click to stacks
Part of it hurts to see the brain rewired
Knee-jerk living by a beachfront inspired
By the screensaver dad bought in 1999
The future ain't dead it's just an abattoir line
Ain't need to follow, but lead up
Tweety bird
Get my geek on, get my, get my geek on
Get my geek on, get my, get my geek on
Get my geek on, get my, get my geek on
Get my geek on, get my, get my geek
Here we go, here we, here we go
Here we go, here we, here we go
Here we go, here we, here we go
Here we go, here we, here we go
Hey, I roll with gangsta geeks
We're white cold like Dr
Dre been making Beats
He made it out that got
Billion uses in a week
We bought a boat, four hundred eighty feet
I'm so dope, baby, I'm a shit geek
But ladies know
That's why they send me tweet tweets
I let them know that I be on my BIZ'
Pimping technology, that's what I be
Floften, willy on the cover of Fortune
Fived up below, sending flows to martians
Gold digger pros got me taking precaution
Cause they just want my dope #extortion
But I don't go for that, y'all know my style
I rode it out for that, call tricky out
I'm so pay, my friends call me pay pal
I make a lot of chips, now they call me Intel
Get my geek on, get my, get my geek on
Get my geek on, get my, get my geek on
Get my geek on, get my, get my geek on
Get my geek on, get my, get my geek
Here we go, here we, here we go
Here we go, here we, here we go
Here we go, here we, here we go
Here we go, here we, here we go
I had a dream and then the dream came true
I bought a boat and I
Bought a private plane too
I bought a space ship to
Go to outer space too and all I had to do is
Get the ace in the stool
Check me out, I'm a, I'm an engineer
A mathematician, technician and a visioneer
A scientist, the motherfucking nerd
The rebirth, the clue, fuck what you heard
Keep that same energy when you see me in the street (see me in the street)
Yeah, uh, yeah
Keep that same energy, let 'em know you play for keeps
Uh, ha, ha, ha
Keep that same energy that you're putting in them tweets
Woo, woo, woo, uh, yeah
Can't waste no energy on these pussyoles and neeks
Woo, ha, ha, ha
Boom, hashtag gas bag, chat my name and back stab
Fat slag hungry for attention, is it that bad?
They know me as Nobody
Words only spoken in poetry
Always was opposed to the notary
Low and behold it’s thee overly growing seed
With a flow sweet as Ovaltine
Whatever I wrote you read
Boasting the quotes I speak
It’s hopelessly old you need
To cope with the whoah is me
Hoping she’d notice he
Loathes even posts and tweets
I suppose it’s the loading speed
A nose full of potpourri
But a toast to the coat that bleeds
A boat in the ocean leaves
And floats in the open seas
Like smoke in the blowing breeze
Words only spoken in poetry
They know me as Nobody
One, two, three, four I tried giving up
Walked through quite enough
Had to call it a day
From an ex who showed up falling to
Grand piano falling on the edge of the parkway
Got no good advice Hotline called me twice
Said, "I went through the wall
Do you have a quote to lend me
Or a friend to send me?"
But I got no help at all
So I loosened my lips
And let a little prayer I memorized
Do what I just wished
And suddenly, to my surprise
Oh, DJ, when you play my song
Make me feel bigger than an old King Kong
At the risk of this coming out wrong
Feel like making love with the radio on
Oh, every time I hear that jam
Grabbed my baby right by her hand
Even if my day was going all wrong
Feel like making love with the radio on
Snatched my medicine light it like Edison
Turned it right up to the sky
You're my absolutely fictional
Pure perfection my Venetian boat ride
Blown out speakers and worn out tweeters
And still I get the effect
If you got my go-to living
Even get me in the spirit
Even if I'm a complete wreck
Don't you call it a flaw
Everybody needs some a peace of mind
It should be the law
To take a little private time
Oh, DJ, when you play my song
Make me feel bigger than an old King Kong
At the risk of this coming out wrong
Feel like making love with the radio on
Oh, every time I hear that jam
Grabbed my baby right by her hand
Even if my day was going all wrong
Feel like making love with the radio on
I want to feel like this, so hold me forever
Emotions are real like this and flow like a river
And you are the only one
Oh, DJ, when you play my song
Make me feel bigger than an old King Kong
At the risk of this coming out wrong
Feel like making love with the radio on
Oh, every time I hear that sound
Engine running and I'm homeward bound
Even if my day was going all wrong
Feel like making love with the radio on
With the radio, with the radio
Feel like making love with the radio on
With the radio, with the radio
Feel like making love with the radio on
With the radio, with the radio
With the radio
With the radio, with with the radio
Private jet
Always flex
Kanımda haze
Bebek kafam dolu hep
God blessed me
Doğuştan yetenek
Şaşmıyo atış
Tam 12'den hedef
Private-Private jet
Always flex
Kanımda haze
Bebek kafam dolu hep
God blessed me
Doğuştan yetenek
Şaşmıyo atış
Tam 12'den hedef
Buz gibiyim, evet buz gibi
Kıpırdamaz mimik, silah ateşlenir
Sabrımın sonu artık yanıyo fitil
Yakıyom seni, keriz atıyo tweet
Beklemem yanıyo sömek
Hepsi siner üstüme
Tam takım full nike bag
Düştü sende sanki face
Yapma bla bla
Değdi dişe kan ah
Durmuyorum asla
Yükseliyom inatla
Private jet
Always flex
Kanımda haze
Bebek kafam dolu hep
God blessed me
Doğuştan yetenek
Şaşmıyo atış
Tam 12'den hedef
Private-Private jet
Always flex
Kanımda haze
Bebek kafam dolu hep
God blessed me
Doğuştan yetenek
Şaşmıyo atış
Tam 12'den hedef
Erittim onu bebek şımarık, enfes
Tadı leziz, puffin' puff
Aldım bi' nefes daha
Açıldı chakram artık kalmadı sınır
Gözde rinnegan, şaşırtıyo seni hızım
Yea-Yeah
Modum açık kafam dağılır yere
Burnum masadan yükselir göklere
Size zehir bana oluyo rehab
Evet outfiti çek
Yani parlıyorum hep
Always flex
Kanımda haze
Bebek kafam dolu hep
God blessed me
Doğuştan yetenek
Şaşmıyo atış
Tam 12'den hedef
Private-Private jet
Always flex
Kanımda haze
Bebek kafam dolu hep
God blessed me
Doğuştan yetenek
Şaşmıyo atış
Tam 12'den hedef
I know you're jealous
That I can make my name without a man
It's like you have a fetish
For copying me any way you can
From the shows, to the clothes
To the quotes, to the boyfriend
You can take his cash
But you're still the cheaper version
You can make believe that you're the bigger person
Pretend you're not talking shit online with your friends
Tweets and receipts won't stay behind the curtain
You think you won 'cause you got the man
But honey, you'll always be a fan
You'll always be a fan
You'll always be a fan
You'll always be a fan
You'll always be a fan
Kill 'em with kindness
The truth always comes to light
No need for trying
When God's timing is always right
Right?
Don’t waste your time
It’s precious
All that shit outta control
Plump pout lips bitches
Made a small room become a big hall
And Things gone ruthless
The entertaining trap
Just to break free from this
Yeah, We gonna Stop this crap
Chorus:
Close your eyes
It’s not a financial advice
Close your eyes
Yeah
God save from bloggers
Monetisation rules
Seek sensation
Boost your views,
Retweet quote tweets
Facebook palm
Insta madness
Yeah, we’re in hell
This beautiful chord is used to calm you down,
To enjoy and breeze and just feel fucking good ,
Take a look around, it’s a beautiful world
Zoom out from here and look from the space.
She's the shadow of big star she never met
c fine copy with an accent From outer space
Your new crush between the lines
Spotlight eyes, a flash exploder
c red lipstick overload
Fireless smoke, the perfect cover
In love with the entertainer
Prime life through the eyes of strangers
Switch it up for the new sensation
She's got heels for days and funny-name pills
You've got quotes by a Buddhist monk from Beverly Hills
Who wears what, who likes your tweets
How did you meet, and what did they order
Random ink or impeccable style
Two frozen smiles with a cocktail hangover
In love with the entertainer
Prime life through the eyes of strangers
Switch it up for the new sensation
Former Fat Boys presents Squirty Squirt, Shakey Shake, and my man Schooly Bus
Yo my name's squirty squirt
And i like to squirt
I put it in her butt and she goes berserk
She's like i love it
It doesn't even hurt
I'm gonna quit my job
And do it for work
Yo my name's squirty squirt
And i'm from chicago
I fucked your mom
In all her hot holes
Covered her in sauce
Just like some tacos
Ditched her with a kiss
And sweetly sung te amo
Squirt so good
Squirt so much
Squirt and skeet all over those butts
Squirt so thick
Squirt so chunky
Squirt so good filling up your tummy
Squirt so good
Squirt so much
Squirt and skeet all over those butts
Squirt in public
Squirt in private
Squirt everywhere i ain't tryin to hide it
Yo my name's shakey shake
And i like to shake
I put it in her butt
It starts an earthquake
She's like
I love it it it isn't even rape
Pull it out fast and make my butt gape
White and gooey
Kablammo kablooey
I squirt so much
There's a line just to sue me
It's clear that my loads enormous
I'm squirty squirt i'm a dinosaurus
I'm sex tom hanks just check my performance
Quote post modern poets like my name's lars horris
My name's historic
I banged anne frank
Squirted on Molly Brown
While the Titanic sank
Cuz i'm squirty squirt
And i'm from space
I fucked a vulcan
Then sprayed mara jade
The wolf of squirt street
I did it my way
Like frank sinatra
With 10 times the spray
Squirt so good
Squirt so much
Squirt and skeet all over those butts
Squirt so thick
Squirt so chunky
Squirt so good filling up your tummy
Squirt so good
Squirt so much
Squirt and skeet all over those butts
Squirt in public
Squirt in private
Squirt everywhere i ain't tryin to hide it
I'm squirty's cousin
He rides with us
The call me schooly bus
Cuz i drive his bus
Sold out shows
I got ten toes
And when i got boogers
I usually blow my nose
Original g
I got real clothes
They call me prada man
And mr. gucci toes
Facebook page
Forty fans
@schoolybus tweets
Still written with crayons
Squirt in park
Squirt my nuts
Squirt everyday while i'm driving this bus
Squirt and shift
Squirt and honk
Squirt and something else that rhymes with honk
Squirt so good
Squirt so much
Squirt and skeet all over those butts
Squirt so thick
Squirt so chunky
Squirt ina tube and sell it for money
Squirt so good
Squirt so much
Squirt and skeet all over those butts
Squirt in public
Squirt in private
Squirt everywhere i ain't tryin to hide it
Squirt so good
Squirt so much
Squirt and skeet all over those butts
Squirt in public
Squirt in private
Squirt everywhere i ain't tryin to hide it
Let it spray
Let it spray
Let it spray
Let it spray
Let it spray
Let it spray
Let it spray
Everybody in the club let it
Let it
Let it spray
Aint no man, ain't no woman, ain't no horse that can out skeet that can out squirt the squirt master Squirty Squirt.
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