Lyrics:
So what I-what I do it for?
Flow like fluid, H2O
Got drip, bathroom floor, feeling wavy, albacore
I've been real, to the core, since a kid, Atta Boi!
more
Aye we in America
Causin ruckus at the door
Aye we in America
Your girlfriend is my new whore
Aye we in America
Eatin crunchy albacore
Aye we in
the alloy, loading up the convoy
I'ma go beast, Hank McCoy!
So! Let's kill the bull like a matador
Niggas get the can like you Albacore
Tuna! That's how we
me is a room to which you hold the key
Look at that honeymoon
In the albacore sky
Look with all of you
Not just your eye
Look at its dancing
the streets of Baltimore
I'm glad that he's a dinosaur
And not a slippery albacore
Wait til you hear my Donny roar
He's the world's best dinosaur!
butter and jelly, noodles, and tuna fish
To albacore, swordfish, and side of lobster bisque
Lots of jizz, rolling up and down her,the bitxh esophagus
come to this shit
From peanut butter and jelly, noodles, and tuna fish
To albacore, swordfish, and side of lobster bisque
Lots of jizz, rolling up
Disciplined, I don't ever feel no pressure
I just put a rack on a Salvatore sweater
Wardrobe drip, like some fucking albacore, I'm wetter
You just hating cause
relevant, these skills are not core
Not to be impudent but this tutelage is surely albacore
I'll never use any of these 3 word choices
Tell me, is the man
all the same
Perhaps she needed something more
A somewhat bigger, buffer albacore?
But surely that's no luna that I knew...
Oh, I've been sick
Down
albacore on the balcony
Thinking of what life's about, when is it out for me
I think of all the people who had it out for me
I turned the doubt into an ounce
albacore treating me like sashimi
This ain't no Sushiro I'll cut you off as easily
Tryna ride my wave best be on the same frequency
Who said you can't be
caught up in the lights
See me living like a Don jewelry, looking like I'm skating on ice
Albacore tuna on rice, I'm only smoking the papers
Gotta fly it
sticks while you're kicking rocks
Piss off, on the sidewalk chalk
Hate you and you hate me more
End this in a new world war
Long roads and the albacore
Son
Weak shit don't want to hear that
From the hood that's a fear fact
Expectation done cleared that
And my albacore gone sear that
Yes
The older I'm getting
store
Hit that shit so good she yelled out fore
My fit drippy like albacore
Got a villa call it cottage core
Pull up to the culdesac
For this rapping shit
fightcore, muscle-core, jock-core, tardcore, albacore
Biceps, brainrot, no sex, no thoughts, brick wall, headsmash
Where are your smiles?
Just Nikes for miles
the albacore, she a fatty like a bluefin (yuh)
She never calls me back
She never pays the check
But she can ruin my night whenever she would like
And I would wait
confidence O'lord
When no one else will ride even more
No one believed in me or gave a fuck about me anymore
I was left for dead like an albacore
Like who are
said I’m kinda sore
Need a Tylenol
Coochie smell like albacore
Little dirty whore
Throw her out the door
I don’t want no more
Lock her up like Al
know
You leave a fire in your path
You're not invisible
You know you're better than that
And more
A bag of chips
Spicy Albacore
I don't care
Anymore
Here
Bitch it's my life I'm in control
Albacore I'm on a roll
I'm the boss & that's fasho yeah
Try to bring me down to earth but I don't
Live there
Man I
ain't albacore
I'm back right like I never left
Blessed why would I ever stress
Real niggas over here y'all can keep the rest
Thorough bitches get sweated
in due time I'm on tour
Proper etiquette like a wine connoisseur
He got interrogated and turned to Al B Sure
Now you in the ocean with the albacore
So
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