Lyrics:
What's the point
Of looking cool
If there's no one there
To see to see
If it didn't happen on the tube it didn't Happen
If it didn't happen
Ugo Made This Beat
Ima get this paper we know you not huh
XVII Skrr huh
Used to stash the money in my tube sox
(Tube Sox)
I'm get this paper we
so fuckin' wet and soft
Fuck, I'm gonna start lettin' off
I'm squirting and she's not gettin' off
And she's on top, I'm gonna fackin', oh God
Oh
down an underpass
Though it narrows, he still flies very fast,
When the tunnel stops
Catch sight of the tube, just as it drops.
I`m on top of a bank
Never passin' me during my expression of raps
I'm from the top tier, then you just fuckin' gassed
The smoke gathers and you're reduced to ash
Pick me
a flyin car, I Shoot you wit ya new friends
Ill probably win the Powerball real soon
See me on the tube it's who?
I'm wavin at you, bitch
I'm gettin a laser
crazy,
You wear it out of spite,
Ban the tube top tonight!
You're magical,
Mystery girl,
Tank-top
You don't stop rockin' my world,
You give high
and I'm taking my time
Never reduced to the beaten Im plotting my season I'll see em all standing in line
Makin it worth all the effort I'm plotting
Sweatpants
Tube socks
High tops
Crop top
Drop top
Drip drop
Wax on wax off
Yean know
Beat low
Tint low
Ride slow
Slide slow
This might be my favorite shit
Im
this coupe came with the roof out, drop top
Ridin' 'round the city for a new drop
I spot noose around my neck and in my tube socks
Hard rock, bitch
Back up bitch I'm too hot
Big skywop no guwop
Ring in my nose like Tupac
Too sick might need two shots
Put my name on her tits like a tube top
Way
Something about the way you move
Something about the way you move
I need you in the daylight
With my tube top and my buns out
I need you in
boogie
She do the tube snake boogie
Well now, boogie, little baby
Boogie-woogie all night long
Blow your top, blow your top, blow your top!
boogie
She do the tube snake boogie
Well now, boogie, little baby
Boogie-woogie all night long
Blow your top, blow your top, blow your top!
boogie
She do the tube snake boogie
Well now, boogie, little baby
Boogie-woogie all night long
Blow your top, blow your top, blow your top!
all right now
There are monsters inside of my head
Now I know that I can't think straight
I am losing all that I am
Reduced to nothing
They grow
Beating a trail to the churchyard of egos
Carving his name in a field of stones
Contesting a place in the garden of giants
Reduced by bacteria
to fiery needs by golden boys
In ad empires
Fiction, truth
Fiction, truth
Fiction, truth
Fiction
Fiction of the boob tube
Fiction of the papers
rooftops
Red tops, blue tops, can't remember who shot
It's too hot
We givin' out sermons on these rooftops
Staircase confessionals
Dope is in my tube socks
to fiery needs by golden boys
In ad empires
Fiction, truth
Fiction, truth
Fiction, truth
Fiction
Fiction of the boob tube
Fiction of the papers
Informing me that this was to decide what order
We could pick our gifts
I then closed my eyes and reached into the black top hat
Producing an exciting number
a buss tets
Dem a pose like toppa top shotta but, them a tube top, strapless
Me nah contest just a grade it, Decadence done made it
You know we a ride
There's a girl on the corner
She waving me down
There's a girl on the corner
She's wearing me down
That girl's wearing a tube top
You know I'm going
of these beasts
Hit em wit the venom adrenaline's all I need
Im'a rock like Tupac's glocks in a shoebox
Two shots popped
Got em poppin' out they Tube-top
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