Lyrics:
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Hul is soos Robbie en die Leeuloop, peanut butter en stroop
Nou ou Phillip het gaan swat daar op die Tech in Pretoria
En Alfreda was by Tuks en toe
Balmain, that Phillip Lim
They say i'm dressing like Kanye
I'm everything that my rhymes say:
Breadwinner, brand owner
Play Cloths, millionaire
the pit,
Done in by the weight of those terrible tits.
Oh, my god! there she blows!
Aerodynamically this girl was a mess.
Otto eye-balled the diva
Gotta go home but my heart not there no more
I done moved down south so my Moncler ain't so cold
Baby girl been tripping so my feelings got low
Yeah
Gon' pour this wine in your memory
(Yeah) Can I smoke this one for Phillip, please?
They say my nigga gone, but, I think they lyin', I feel his
clock and cop
Act like you know, rude girl, don't flop
If you're gonna give top, let me know, if not, then bop (bop)
Act like you know where the door
Fat man lookin' in a blade of steel
Thin man lookin' at his last meal
Hollow man lookin' in a cottonfield
For dignity
Wise man lookin' in
Fat man lookin' in a blade of steel
Thin man lookin' at his last meal
Hollow man lookin' in a cottonfield
For dignity
Wise man lookin' in
on stuntin'
Are you blind boy
Do you even know what's comin'
Sorry baby girl
I'm just passin'
Where the cash at
Swearing you a Barbie
You a catch
You not that
to content
Ya'll swear ya'll know Ari Phillips
Ari Phillips this
Solar Girl this
Gameboy Freestyle that
Ya'll don't even know what this nigga even cookin'
""Free""
(R. Philips, R. Philips, J. Stringfellow)
(Ah ahh ah ahh)
There was a girl free spirit and opened to the world
Uninhibited not limited by
watched me grow
On these streets they watched me grow
On these streets
Yo
Tottenham, I was raised in the block, that's man
Surrounded by dingers
the pit,
done in by the weight of those terrible tits.
Oh, my god! There she blows!
Aerodynamically this girl was a mess.
Otto eye-balled the diva lying
Shake it down you know that it's lit though
Always got Phillips on my feet though
Nigga, caught me drippin' on the vid though
Yeah now I feel like
and niggas know im bouta blow like motherfucking trumpet
bitches they likin how Phillip do that
said im bouta blow nigga know i already knew that
still my
dignity
Met Prince Phillip at the home of the blues
Said he'd give me information if his name wasn't used
He wanted money up front, said he was abused
By
Fat man lookin' in a blade of steel, thin man lookin' at his last meal
Hollow man lookin' in a cottonfield for dignity
Wise man lookin' in a blade
Niggaz are barely a village
I spit with a foul mouth like Terrance & Phillip
A man or gorilla (ahh ahh) my cap toot back like Fred
So white bitches jump
Terrance & Phillip
A man or gorilla my cap toot back like Fred
So white bitches jump on my "Limp Bizkit" and yell
"You niggas know you can't fuck around"
our house? Well how can I explain
When my little boy and girl ask me 'Daddy, what's a train?'
Words and Music by Bruce â??U. Utahâ?? Phillips
done made some whores out of the girls next door
6 in the mornin' when they kick in the door
I'm probably outside the forge gettin' brain in
the rules in my hood
If you touch me you get murked
We ain't with that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first
G-5, we be at LIV by Sunday when
fat and fine
Niggas need a tune up Antares medolyne
Niggas swear its white money like Amanda Bynes
Im a big dog nigga don't cross the line (Ahh, Ahh)
In my
City
We Gon get it active
Know we get it active
Girl you know I'm in my
City
Come Slide to the crib
I could show you what it is
Cause you know
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