Lyrics:
with a stiff, stiff upper lip
Like a dog and I howl
I bite everything
And I'm big and I know
And I'll ball your thing
I keep a stiff upper lip
with a stiff, stiff upper lip
Like a dog and I howl
I bite everything
And I'm big and I know
And I'll ball your thing
I keep a stiff upper lip
you know where I can find uppers around?
Can't bear the comedown
So, do you know where I can find uppers around?
I'm from a small town
So, do you know
I'm upper, upper class high society
God's gift to ballroom notoriety
And I always fill my ballroom
The event is never small
All the social papers
a burpee nigga
Lyrical exercise
Right now, homie, I'm in the extra vibe
Pipe down on the curb when you heard that I got these words
To the upper
hang up with my high gone (why)
Ball 'til I fall, and when I do, them hoes gon' pile on, uh
Assault rifle, now mouth off
Some niggas make it all
dont get riled up
I stay dangerous
Often hated
We seen more shots than a ball player
Ball craddlin'
Dont try and take it to the paint Finna catch you
Mit den Homies auf'm Trip wie bei 'ner Klassenfahrt
Alle warten auf'n Ticker wie beim Attentat
Uppers, Downers wie ne Achterbahn
Trip, Trip,Trip wie
pretty cool, I bought joints on the street
The Tennessee whiskey's got me feeling kinda weak
Screw them fibs, where'd they learn to drive?
Cruising through
on the wrist
Step into the flow, kneejerk, involuntary like Peter, Paul and Mary (Yo who dat?)
I know the rules, they palm the ball and carry
Killing 'em was
the sweat off my fuckin' balls
Suckin' on the devil's dick already kissin his ass fo a ten dolla' raise
Bitch beat me down fo' some petty cash, smilin' in
and a joint in your mouth
You bet not do no goofy shit, caught out there running your mouth
Boy, this the playa ball, uh, yeah (Yeah)
Uh, little bitch you're
Hands up, coming with rhythms to make your head jerk
Hands up, we makin' our whole joint short circuit
Hands high, touch the sky, get 'em up
Get 'em
this is the new joint
And you know this is the jam y'all
Come on down and dance y'all
Have a ball y'all, throw your hands up
Hands up, coming with
High Status till the death
All my haters can rest in peace
When ya friends turn to Enemies
Don't think about just let be
And Ball to ya fall ball
here we go)
(Jay)
A-baby when I rise well-a
(Alright)
I wish that joint was my worst album (What?)
Not like a bad album (Hm)
I wish that joint was
Ich hab vergessen was ich gestern Nacht getan hab
Der siebte Joint und was zu sippen in der Fanta
Keine Memories ich smoke zu viel vom Gas
Bin schon
the joint keep on askin' for a call
While i'm inside the mall
tryna spend it all
Flip it flip it (ball)
Flip it flip it flip it (ball)
Flip it flip it flip
Ball up a next joint
Make me feel high
In a de fucking sky
Ball up a next joint
Make me feel high
In a de fucking sky
Right now me high and me nar
got going,
drop joints like they still lit, rappers pick it up try to steal a hit, of this top choice,
QUAESAR you know the seed, from the lyrical
spin on dem n***** and he don’t get hit we double back
Upper echelon ghetto ass n**** in a five star restaurant
Name holds weight up in the city so
of wine kind of joint would set it off,
But I've got an axe to grind before I'm last in line to these
asinine little masterminds without a point to get
Something went right
Behind the scene
Seeing bright light
Of the life time dream
⠀
Straight to the point
Rolling with the team
Sparkling tasty joint
Everyone knows I'm so boss
White Chocolate to Randy Moss
Like an '02 AI cross
I've got the goods, the secret sauce
Got the Mailman's upper bod
Got
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