Lyrics:
satisfaction guaranteed, (just call me) i'll give you what you need (X2)
[SHORT]
My plane touches down at eleven forty-five
I'm comin thru, want you bout
If Michael Jackson came alive right now
He'd ask you to smoke one for him
So in his honor
You niggas Spud Webb, coming up short
Think you're Dee
And for a fact who makes the best match
Like the bride and groom you gotta make some room
Turnin' heads stoppin' time that's how we come through
They know
or should I cut it short? (No!)
Should I keep it going? (Yup!) or should I cut it short? (No!)
Should I keep it going? (Yup!) or should I cut it short? (No!)
you skinny tall short thicc
Lemme see you buss it open like a real bitch
Lemme see you buss it open like a real bitch
Lemme see you buss it open like
If Michael Jackson came alive right now
He'd ask you to smoke one for him
So in his honor
You niggas Spud Webb, coming up short
Think you're Dee
always short one banjo string
We’re talking it out
Two birds gotta sing
Light a match
Pour gasoline
And now we’re yelling at each other
Through two cans
you all haters
Open your dome before that long scope
Put your face in the stars like Carl Sagan
Walking around cross faded giving you
Those raw hay
She gonna bust it open for the benjamins
In the club, hands up
Dancin' with her friend
Ass hangin' out them shorts
Brown n cinnamon
Drop it low
Richard, why don't you open that door?
Now here's something, I sorry and I get it
I'll go 'round through the back and I'll come 'round through the alley
in Jaguars
Open fire when you see me yell out and make em whisper
The club that I'm a member, they'll be gone by November
Keys to the city got killers
damn I'll take it to your face
Open why you hoping
None stutter
Stop 'em
Maybe choke (choke)
Because it's very hard to breathe
While La got you in
damn I'll take it to your face
Open why you hoping
None stutter
Stop em
Maybe choke (choke)
Because it's very hard to breathe
While La got you in
everywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare
Cross me like the gold you wear
Soulo flow like the solar flare in the open air
So much smoke that I'm comatose,
Richard, why don't you open that door?
Now here's something, I sorry and I get it
I'll go 'round through the back and I'll come 'round through the alley
through the hourglass (the hourglass)
Clock is ticking, how much time you have?
Sand is falling through the hourglass (the hourglass)
Do you mean it if you
stumbled through the thought to be short cut
She's seen me step between the cracks
She's seen me run back to tap the door
There's a lit match in the ocean
hating on how I move my karachie
I catch people open like Carlito
Through the peep hole
So fresh I got him stabbing hisself
In the chest like Peoples
You
a bad match
Realizing too late we did everything wrong
Too short on time to have feelings so strong
And I mourn in the dark for the death of our spark
Tell him fuck that strap let me catch that musket (Woo)
I'm far too drastic
Two sips Captain's coke I'm match fit (I'm match fit)
Put the game in a open
homies tryna wager a few match ups
Seen an eyeful through my sniper rifle long range pew pew atcha
My name grew in stature, cuzza the way that I knew how
everywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare
Cross me like the gold you wear
Soulo flow like the solar flare in the open air
So much smoke that I'm comatose,
life
Through someone else's mind
Lalalala Life is much too short to waste
Way way way too short to waste is life
Lalalala Life is much too short
through)
Then I'm a find out somethin
That I didn't know before
That +Life Is Too Short+ like
My name was Todd Shaw
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