Lyrics:
the flanks, making yo girl bust the dance
Shake off the money in hand
We pick up the bands, Madrid, Liverpool, I'm the Man
City, United, or France! GAH DAMN!
unreleased, got the cheat codes
I know I put that shit on, went into Marty Mcfly mode
So my girl Jennifer Parker, we be rocking the same clothes
Some days it be
suck my dick until crystal clean
Every second I live, yeh, that's history
Go and tell em haters I ain't listening
My money stacking, my money compounding
me not in 'Lo it's a problem
'Less it's a Champion suit, then I'm trappin'
(?) got all this 'Lo all from rappin'?
Used to have a nigga that was down
overstated, styles like McFly's hand
Look at you you're old and faded
Shout at the devil, double up on my libation
I'm on the bubble pop, I'm from
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
baby girl, come and fuck with me
Pop pop bang (Pop pop bang)
Do my diddy (Do my diddy)
Claim my gang (Claim my gang)
Rep my city (Rep my city)
Pop pop
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
while also
Reaching for the kind of mass
Pop-cultural relevance that he, Nicki
And Atlantic Records all believe him
To be capable of judging by
tears to cry
Lately, I been gettin' high off life
Just livin' get me high
I went from barely gettin' by to every day
I'm gettin' fly
I live in a world
a legacy, got me unmasking
Told that girl to stop asking
I'm your only disciple, they killed the revival
So why you relaxing
Now we playing like Liverpool
real with you
Fuck him!
Bet you he don't do it like I do
Catch him off side riding I shoot "pop, pop, pop!"
Girl, come back to the crib
1, 2, 3, to the 4
Romey McFly in the 9 5 1, though
You can feel me if I drive by once
And they can shade me, but I'm slighted by none, hoe
Yeah!
life that subject is difficult
All of my guys get they goals like it's Liverpool
We probably finish you, had to get rid of you
Cha-cha we sliding I feel
real with you
Fuck him!
Bet you he don't do it like I do
Catch him off side riding I shoot "pop, pop, pop!"
Girl, come back to the crib
pardon, Run the Jewels live at the garden
Last two pirates alive are still yargin (yargin)
My girl got my heart, it's a bargain
Lick from her lips
they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
nothing never come from China (Mm-hmm)
A me pop off mi tag dem (Mm-hmm)
Mi new Benz it a mad dem (Mm-hmm)
Everyday mi swag dem (Mm-hmm)
Louis deh pon mi
Hypothetical hypothesis
Cry myself a river from the broken promises
Im talking to myself
Cause I’m not that talkative
Trying to motivate my demons to remain
but she throwin me a bone though
Sin city, sin city till the day I die
I'm blowin up like the fourth of July
My styles from the future like Marty Mcfly
Warming up my heart
With your smoke from nicotine
She's love lean
In a few years time
We will separate
Because your lung goes away
By the way
I don't
Weren't no Snapchat, never had gadgets
Lemonade money, with class A habits
But we still get by
I go back like Marty McFly
Ain't partied 'til ya partied
moments, and I live for a livin'
But this for the girls that barely let me get to first base
On some ground ball shit
Cause now I run my city on some town
she had been
Led straight into the DeKalb dressing room
Named for the street that bisects
A couple of local neighborhoods now
Populated by yuppies but
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