Lyrics:
broke up like the fat boys."
Nigga what, nigga this dogg pound for life nigga
We ain't going nowhere nigga
In matter of fact, you actin foolish right now
I'm so focused, throw on a mask, no COVID
I'ma turn your life to a meme, let Justin LaBoy post it
You got an album? Postpone it
I drop two and they
One, two, one, two, three, four
Mass romantic fool wears Foster Grants
His books on tape ring true
Like everyone wants to say, "I love you"
yeah)
What time we takin' off today? My type of stress (stress)
I send them boys by, but surprise they gon' collect (ooh, yeah)
Ain't seen your ass in
baby
Take it day by day
Baby, baby
Sure you're gonna say
One, two, three, four, dancing, dancing
One, two, three, four, dancing in the night
One,
you $150,000
Four ice Italian, that's six hundred stallions
Fuckin' Jamisha to YG's first album, yee
Go back to my old hoe, that's a no-no
Broke
One, two, three, four!
Almost every day
I see the same face
On broken picture tube
It fits the attitude
If you could see yourself
You put
chatting to Osama
Skepta the K I N G
Man start panicking when I MC
Yeah, J-A rules, but it’s Boy Better Know
It’s not Murder IN-C
Yo, they’re some hating
and her then this one, insensitivity
Talk bad religion, skin identity
Lack rash decision made by yours
Pack facility with the urban boy
Gun admitted he
down memory lane
Logic arrived and he fucked up the game, simple and plain
Never scared to do it different, no two albums sound the same
I got tracks
in case one of these niggas jaws open
I jaws 1-2-3-4 bow him
They say he gotta be seasick, how he spit
Keep kickin' it
But you'll never see my knee
thirty-two
Effortless
Bad Boy shit
And we won't stop, 'cause we can't stop
B.I.G., Brooklyn, yeah
(Bad Boy, Bad Boy, whatcha gon' do?) Puff Daddy, New
(This concludes the program)
Damn man, we been walking forever
Well, Thalia's tracking system says we'll be there in just over an hour
Shit,
god
I just beat that uncharted 4, lit
Bitch, I been at it
Rattpack if you live it, you die by that shit—get it tatted
I think I done had it now,
Purple haze makes it hard to see
Two rearview dice, three friends of mine
And four bald tires still rollin' right
Taste of inspiration's all we need
for me
First the one
And then came the two and three and four
Five, six, seven, shots from a MAC-11
Platinum producer killed by haters
Tonight
a thousand sheets of acid
and distribute it witcho' album, no doubt that'll be a classic
Dude lockin up every fashion, whether it's dope from weed to coke
from
slept on the issue, that B-boy started jerkin
Joysticks a Sega, I was rockin' off 100 watt amps in ?, 2 fine tune it
Ship enough units, emcees ask,
and stare when I roll by
Niggas hate me and I don't know why (why)
'Cause I've spent half my life in the sky (come on)
And I buy the things that you wanna
This album was written over the course of one week
And mainly created in just four studio sessions between Logic and No. I.D
But perfected over
Puff Daddy
Bad Boy forever
B.I.G. forever
Hitmen
Prestige, rock on playboy
'Cause you can't be the Nigga 4 Life crew
With a white Jew tellin' you what to do
Pullin' wools with your scams, now I gotta play the Silence
do it loud, keep it low-key
I'm tryna be here for mine, I can't hold you
The Forgiatos twenty-four, this for Kobe
I shouldn't have to say, you know
their beds all bunched in tight
No less than three or four, know how it go
Two by the foot, two by the headboard
Man, I'm getting scared for them (yeah
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