Lyrics:
with it
Hold it at arms' length
Then drop it in the bin like
A nappy with poo-poo in it
Get this straight from now
You sound like me, I don't sound like
Don't tell the people
To vote 2 times
Don't be unfit
It's always being proven
Don't be a liar
If the lips are moving
I'm reaching out to you
Don't do
be alarmed 'cause it's time to
(Drop the bomb, drop the bomb)
(Drop the bomb, drop the bomb)
(Drop the bomb, drop the bomb)
A couple of days is all is gonna take me
'Cause I'm so serious, and go like that
I drop it off and it come right back
I get it in the morning
Don't
here, acting like you don't fear, acting like you don't hear See your face I see it clear
Drop, drop, drop dead, aye
Drop, drop, drop dead, bitch
Got
aura back
I used to be so fucking confident
But these days, I swear that-"
I don't know my self
I don't know myself no more
It's 3:30 Lesley was
drop rotten dot coms bombs
Through the net when you download I snap naps to
Cassettes I captured your bets I smack your cadet
For not having a specs
cap
See I keep it in my lap, I ain't slippin' for none
I ain't got sprayed by any but homie I ain't done
I'm bout to raise a truck and drop a couple
Word to the wise
Don't stare at me, you'll hurt your eyes
Burden the skies, I'm fly wit' it, shit
If Term can defy physics then surely they'll buy
going to be cool, y'know
So you can see my smile
It'll be like really cool
Except my like my teeth are like too small
But NO BIGGIE...
It's so
I'm internet
My location hidden but no vpns
They want more of me they aint seen nothing yet
The new wave is here i aint no rap cadet
Don't be scared
it drops do you pull a funny face, uh huh
Ye-ye-ye-yeah lucky I'm a front man
If i weren't I'd probably be a stuntman
Beat knockin', uh huh
Head
y'all niggas if it wasn't a
Skirt it was gonna be a dress
Don't give a fuck who you are
I makes the whole city hot
Lick fifty shots at idi-ots
Show him I
DJ
let the sick beats drop
Dancin right up by the speakers
so we really can't speak
hands all over my body
yes my knees are gettin weak
You might be
daddy)
I can be your sugar daddy (Jerome, check it out)
And you can be my babylove (ay, this don't look like you)
She's checked, Morris
Come on in
it again
Why don't we ever get the signals we send?
And when the threads are false and warn
I just want to be reborn
I think I'm getting
here
I'm hanging by a thread
11/29 passed 32 is dead
I'll run this back for fun
My wife just had our son
The 42 hour long labour and trauma it brung
It
Soon next nigga last line said with vest's
We be matching with the gat no damn Cadets
Me and Vercetti , we up in the traffic (traffic)
People are
und Pisse erzeugen kool Savas!
Doch lässt es zu! You don't want it with
Mir oder meiner Crew
Ich fick' alle Idioten mit
Einer Line und zerreiß'
Jeden am
again, I've been born again
In His spirit, and His name
I'm sanctified!
Lord I testify
He's right by my side
I believe it be
His word is so clear
We the kings the kings are back it be Zip upon the track
With Drew and Wiz how bout that yea you haters talk that smack
And while we sign autographs
The mall or makeda's
It could be either
Any spot getting mopped with a heater
Stake by the house like they waiting to greet you
Bullets are cordial they're
dreaming please don't wake me (this shit's real)
If I'm dreaming, just let it be (this shit's real)
And if I'm dreaming please don't wake me (this shit's
sitting but it just won't work
Cause the beat is to fresh
Don't even tell it won't be funky enough
It's getting funky, it's getting funky
And with
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