Lyrics:
friend
Do you have WINDOWS frontend!
I say, brothers I am your friend
I work for WINDOWS backend!
What is your registration number...
What is your
is my late registration
Yeah yeah
This is my late registration
One time for my late registration
Yeah this is my late registration
I'm up I'm late I
you I don't need you!
The world don't need you
Don't let them deceive you
Numbers lie too, fuck your pride too
That's for dedication
Thought money would
Everyday it’s something
New
With the same ole
Taxpayers getting
Killed by the cops
So the black taxpayers
Fund the cops payroll?
Naysayers like
“Say
voter registration
Dr Sebi trynna show us what the way is
Y'all see how they do greatness
Y'all see how they do greatness
Me and the homie back on
This
Shoot you in your head, then just walk off like I didn't
Let my money talk so much, put my jawbone outta business
Doing numbers in this bitch, I'm like
Put it in Drive
License registration ya number
Drive it, Put it in Drive
Far from basic, they just fall under
Drive it, Put it in Drive
Ain't no
to avoid the blues
In them boys 'n 'em
They're not toyin', taxpayers help employ 'em
They turn around and treat 'em
More worser than the goyim
Soarin' past
kind before
Where you get that kind of dough
How you shot and still resisting we gon split yo cantaloupe
Public enemy number 1
Why I get arrested as soon
nobody dodge around
Taxpayers money pay for cops to click clack blao
People dying every day, but
Whats a life worth
And people suffering for pay, but
shawty her number, fasho
Yeah I get it, then I bone, then I hit it like bone bone
Now you fucking up my zone, my zone, my zone
Said she wait when daddy
shawty her number, fasho
Yeah I get it, then I bone, then I hit it like bone bone
Now you fucking up my zone, my zone, my zone
Said she wait when daddy
shawty her number, fasho
Yeah I get it, then I bone, then I hit it like bone bone
Now you fucking up my zone, my zone, my zone
Said she wait when daddy
window
Slipped his gun down under his seat
The glove-box was full of cocaine
The trunk was full of weed
"Driver's license and registration,"
Said
window.
Slipped his gun down under his seat.
The glove-box was full of cocaine
The trunk was full of weed.
"Driver's license and registration,"
Said
focused on money, keep them numbers doubling
If it ain't about amounts then it ain't about nothing
Still on my hustle, bitches still love him
Big block
On desolates rocks
Wedding procession
Gets struck by
Unexpected lesson
Collateral damage
Or so they call it
As people become
Just dots and numbers
Blazes
from this Christian right administration
thanks to George's efforts, pushing faith based initiative legislation
The first steps towards taxpayer
Vast numbers, bred to suffer
Natural docility is the breed's flaw
Perfect for man's torturous experimentation
Toxic Trust
Detergents
Pesticides
I say we defund everything that we run
Taxpayer money being loaded in a cop gun
This an open letter to the president
Donald Trump is the number one
player number nine if you want Eauzone to win it
Almost every single time O-line be getting smoked
But that's okay with me 'cause I read the book of Job
cuff me, I'm sippin 2-11
Bout to plan a 211, murder your partner and put you in heaven
Lucky number 667, I mean 666
I got six clips to the fuckin'
come rewind
Uh, excuse me boo
She stuck out her tongue, it was purple number two
FDA approved played it smoother than a doo rag
What a brother gotta
foreign, yeah
They was comment, laughin'
Now we number one in Paris, yeah
Wake up every mornin' and I can touch the sky
I know they gon' hate, but they
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