Lyrics:
the world
She has messages for everyone
She is moving by remote control
Hands that move her are invisible
Hey
Tin guidi guidi guidi tingui tingui
Zo
a remote (like a remote)
You know I can't be your nigga but I'ma keep you close
You just gon' have to thug it out
When I can't be with you, gotta thug
and I stretched
Ill block a bitch foe I b stressing
Pew pew pew
Kill yo cousin as a message
I got da bands like da register
Da way i b trapn my outcome
for -ssy? I'll be Jerry Mathers
I ever left it to Beaver
Get them titties cut off tryna mess with a cleaver
Golly-wally, I vent, heat register, Jesus
tryna mess with a cleaver
Golly-wally, I vent, heat register, Jesus
Ever since 19946 Dresden it was definitely in my destiny
When on the steps, I met
it, but they can't hold on
She is moving to describe the world
Night must fall now-darker, darker
She has messages for everyone
Night must fall
it, but they can't hold on
She is moving to describe the world
Night must fall now-darker, darker
She has messages for everyone
Night must fall
Come one, come all
Witness, with your very own eyeballs
A rarity only rumored to exist until now
Found deep within a dark, remote cavern
the message of equality
Yes I got to get the gat fo sho
Will I have to get the gat? No no
Yes I got to get the gat fo sho
But will have to get the gat, get
a remote account
Go in and take it out
They robbing virtual now
Like does your money count
It's digital amounts
Let's go and work it out
Why don't you rock
eyes, you know it very well
So now you're trapped in texts
And messages you sent
The hate, the way you play your game
Like it's al planned out
And you've
I’ll be honored to do the damages
Number is 0 915 rest in your messages yeah I’m done
Been in the kitchen like air fryers
She's hotter than ten fryers
or melodic
Ah
Messed it up, can you keep it shut?
Kill the message true
Nah bitch we ain't done
I just levelled up
Shit don't register
I'm already good
gravebound dance
I take a chance and flick the remote off Carte Blanche
'Cause life's not really like that, we go
Round, round, yeah yeah
Wedging rubber souls
I’m too stuck in the Past or our future has me get Most stuck
Even when both come up
Knowing it’ll be televised
Like the remote does
Nevertheless you
Haha
Shoot a bitch, shoot a bitch
I might have to shoot a bitch
Got an illegal gun, shit's not registered
Open the register and cop a canister
Swing
made an impression
On remote street corners where breddas channel aggression
But find themselves in reflections of me and my indiscretions
It's bars
doing
The voices in head would always tell him how to do shit
One time his mom came into his room and said move it
He got the remote smashed it on her
dro then I grab some
Remote control to my past uh
Donate, go fund the cash up
This better not be like the last one
And the weather hot, trees lit like
a remote changing channel,
Shenelle's grabbing her seat- slapping on some cOT,
cnd that's when the zoot hit me- I started thinking quickly,
cll these Titans
Walking up into shipley's, cute register girl sees me
I'm looking back, her eyes trying tell me that she missed me
Chop it up a bit while she gets my food
young was done
And now I'm just feeling old
And so I'm delivering this message in the hope that when I die I'll have my story be told
And, despite it
call me big homie
Me I make the register ring
I'm the cash cab
They make the hammers ring
They on ya ass now
Hair trigger, stare nigga, yeah niggas'll
Human wires are crossed, shortage in communication
Message is lost, digital-code information
We are born to this emotional refrigeration
BX-50, our
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