Lyrics:
Meow-meow-meow-meow
We might have to sample that for the album
Hahaaaaa the cat album by the dog
Meow the Jewels meow-meow-meow-meow
Meow-meow-meow-meow
that, I'd rather be loud and I like swearin'"
From the first album even the gals were like, "Tight lyrics, dreamy eyes"
But my f- mouth was nightmareish
the day I came out, I was like, "Merits?
Fuck that, I'd rather be loud and I like swearin'"
From the first album even the gals were like, "Tight lyrics,
at night
Ouch- I'd never speak out and say
I wanna be loved by you
Cause I swear now
It's driving me crazy
I think that you hate me
That you're someone
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
Oh man, that's beautiful music by my friend
Oh man, my man THXNK
Right there, oh my god (two seconds, think about it, bro)
J'me dis qu'la prod'
93'Zoo écusson, héritage des rues sombres
Dans la cave un uzi bébé m'fais surtout pas d'suçons
Possédé par Biggie, Bob Marley, Alain Souchon
[Intro: Dig Dast (Jamel Simmons) {Gold D}]
Yo my nigga Jamel Simmons what the deal nigga?
(Gold D, Dig Dast what's goin down, what's goin down)
[Intro: Dig Dast (Jamel Simmons) {Gold D}]
Yo my nigga Jamel Simmons what the deal nigga?
(Gold D, Dig Dast what's goin down, what's goin down)
else)
Fuck arguing and harvesting the feelings, yo, I'd rather be by my fucking self
(Self, self, self, self)
'Til about two AM And I call back and I
About the drug thing
Should call this album "Nothing"
Said I'd amount to nothing
And I slip through the shadows
In the late night shots on shots like AI
something they’ll remember
Before they crown us kings, rest in peace young simba
We have come this far by faith, leaning on the Lord
But now you got to get
can sell a million records
On magazine front covers butt naked
Used to be a queen who was highly respected
Now when I listen to ya album, shit get
poet that you know it would
I'd rather talk about how my neck is frozen and I
I'd rather talk about the naked hoes and the stay up in the bitches
boy
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but
album baby, I came back around
By myself this time, back off the wall
Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
album baby, I came back around
By myself this time, back off the wall
Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
word
God, I hate this art form so much
And this album is just getting increasingly incoherent by the minute
And yeah, you're right, we actually put
And drops a hit album, hit video, hit single every year
From your eye drops a tear
I don't play that shit, I play that hit
Your whole gangsta image is
my name, when I come through here
When I was Sixteen, I want'd to be a mack
I went to Fremont High with Lil' D and Black
Young ballers in the town
time’ll have me flat by the life line
So I’m like fine
Got a bottle of the white wine
Coming live from the middle of the night time
Full cup but I find it
And drops a hit album, hit video, hit single every year
From your eye drops a tear
I don't play that shit, I play that hit
Your whole gangsta image is
two years
That's why they say my name, when I come through here
When I was 16, I wanted to be a mack
I went to Fremont High with Lil' D and Black
I don't know how to give a fuck
I don't know how to give a fuck
No wonder this album fucking sucks
So many bars it's all to much
When there is
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