Lyrics:
To bag us up
To make the world
Invisible
Oh, man, it already is
Pretty as a picture
But pretty as a picture is halfway there
A fortress
up, " Nicki says
Standing up to count the votes
No one moves "All in favor of ‘All Eyes on
You'?" She is persuasive
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Let's get down, to the underground spiritual game
We all sing together, play music together in happiness
All you have to do is sing what I play
relevant as I’ve ever been
Never been this selfish I guess I’m keeping em guessing then
Take what you think and throw it out the window
Winter is over so
the blame Game
No Simmer from the flame
Your Sinner's how I claim fame
This winter's not the same
I don't care I be dancing when the world end
Stop don't
of people think that
God don't know what's going on in the world here
Do you know some, some attention, attention, listen attention
They asked some students
In the loft I'm the Mayor and the kicks
The University Of Florida
Of course that they gator buckhead, Bankhead
All of Decatur body Tap, tap me out
They
he dropped
On the hip-hop world
If Frank Ocean wanted to play you a song
You'd drive across town in
The pouring rain, right? That's how we've
Ended up
back like Jack Nicholson, watch niggas play the game like the Lakers
In a world full of fifty-two fakers, Gypsies, seances, mystical prayers
You
of people think that
God don't know what's going on in the world here
Do you know some, some attention! attention!! listen attention
They asked some
is a taste
What is yours, what you eat all day? (What you eat all day?)
And if your love is a game
Are we losin', losin'? Oh
World is gonna
Hit a stanky face
When Stinnett step up
On the plate call me
Willie Mays, ay, university
All I did was play the game
Ay why would I
Study economics?
come get me
From University of Houston after I pass my test
Swisha laced with syrup, it'll calm your nerves
So boy I'm so high, I could palm the world
come get me
From University of Houston after I pass my test
Swisha laced wit' syrup, it'll come your nerves
So boy I'm so high, I could palm the world
Mayne I'm fly as a plane
Me and Lil Wayne
Spitting game get your girl weezy like his name
We don't have to say a thing
Cause the chain can explain
First
never stress over a girl
There's too many all over the world
call me cold hearted I'm just realistic
I ain't playing games, I'm not masochistic
I'm so
subtly
See me I see no evil
You deal with Nocebo
A boss with no respect
Will get replaced like a Gambino
Game over
Game over
Take over
I wonder if this
of people think that
God don't know what's going on in the world here
Do you know some, some attention! attention!! listen attention
They asked some
of people think that
God don't know what's going on in the world here
Do you know some, some attention! attention!! listen attention
They asked some
Cold world the winters here had me falling after spring
Greet you queen like every morning
tryna be ya Nights King
It's time I pawn ya love God I
have land, gotta have acres
So I can sit back like Jack Nicholson
Watch niggas play the game like the lakers
In a world full of 52 fakers
Gypsies,
gangsta conversation
I'm a real nigga don't fuck wit' imitations
Young Money nigga ain't no limitations
I don't play games niggas simulation
Which one
grab the winter first
Burr cold as ice so bitch no antifreeze for me
By any means i got to win no siamese
I'm sorry ma I dropped out university
But now
People around the world every year, always ask me, why do they call you the queen of Christmas? And it's really not an answer I can give in a sound
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