Lyrics:
a robot
Train up a child get the yutes hopes up
When tings sweet lookout fi di locust
Back ina mi city nothing pretty
The Banks don nah move jiji
Man
on my own, young nigga being grown
Couldn't trap, I had to rob niggas
Cause I ain't even have a phone
I was tryna be a man
Got me feeling all alone
Ain't
man on like we supposed to put him on
[True/Sha]
Aiyyo, that's my son, I state that on my word
Place that nigga on a hundred-third, then make cream
short us, he fled down to headquarters
Ready to put some work in, we're not a lazy crew, we'll do a job or two
But yo, the man can't even stick me
can call me Shannie
Makes no diff', word up, word to mommy
I'm still the queen up on the scene
So fly that I cause your man to fiend
Now hold up,
I can't read these people
I can't read their eyes
But man alive, I'm glad
That I have you
You, my lookout on the ground
Making music from
One two three four!
I can't believe this fucked up world in which we're livin' in
Still I do the best that I can
Always got me on the lookout for
everyday to get through, get through
[Chorus]
Gotta be on the lookout for them stick-up boys
'Cause when they come
They be straight hemmin' n****s up
Ayy
Ayy, Mike Will
Fuck should we do wit' these niggas, man?
Okay, okay, put him in the trunk (trunk)
Put him in the forest, change his name
beach?
Blood beach
Dance with a man he starts clutching, he ugly
Punks hung halo teach
Hugged by the math with the cable reach
A hundred and sixty-six
on the lookout and stay in the loop on Twitter!
Hahaha! Back with another one, huh
"St. Retch" for the ones that don't know
You know
Man, it's been a long time
There's no script to it
Man it's not shit written
Life's just a freestyle that's
In line similar to freestyle raps
If you wanna be the best then you gotta
kall bakk
Man yo' shit weak, I got strong crack
And thats guaranteed to make you Kall bakk
Kall Bakk they Kall bakk, fuck crack, I'll top that
They
your way
So we on the lookout for him
Girl he call me pretty
So I lick lick my titties
And then lick lick my kitty
And we, we started fucking
Girl I'm
Chorus:
Babygirl, you know I’m the man
I can give you what you need, I got bandz
Broke my heart, other hoes can’t get a chance
You should be backstage
on that wrist
I got my bitch she on the dishes
Short us on that drop you know that man going to turn up missing
Split it with my guys you know we some
Real
Down in the streets of Germany I
Cycle round and lookout for a fresh prize
To bring back to Hollandia
My palms sweating I need to get it
The paper
Stacking our bread
Like a hoe catching bodies
Spitting out pain in the booth like I'm mozzy
Put down the dream of Supreme and Versace
Lookout for my cousins
that nigga Malcolm out the middle and got my travels up
Now I am the man, I am the person if you need it
It's understood that I got that fuckin' tree
the court
I'm back at it, transition when I get the board
I'm back at it, eyes up when I'm headin north
I'm back at it, I'm the man when I get to score
Get
too hard
On my 20+ inch like she's rolling on dubs (Uhh)
I'm doper than a hobo who is stoned in the park
I'm a wanted man, popo should've known from
dick
But I think imma pass
Right to my mans
And my mans gon smash
That's how it go
I don't do romance
Run up wrong
N I might have beam em
Niggas Mad
So
God, dont slide to the left, man leave that liar, get Jesus in your life
Then welcome the Fire (Holy)
Whoo whoo whatcha gon do
Whoo whoo whatcha gonsday
foundations of the nations, BLACK MAN
We're a beautiful, courageous, and outstanding nation
We're an equal-minded, sensually enticing, one-of-a kind people
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