Lyrics:
the bitch scammed me back
Mint blizzard is bad and also very wack
"Sorry for the insult I really didn't mean it"
You have such a thick unibrow I can't see
like "wait, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, rewind let's Start it over, that is a good song, why have I never noticed it"?
And you never noticed it because
Lookhowyalike,
Now don't you know we're gettin' busy, it can't be corrected,
??? had to be deaf
I say whatIlike,
Like I said, sometimes we bite,
Even though
the public
But still I push weight that make the ghetto's quake
By all means I've seen I've lived
By 22 years old, 50 thousand dollar vehicles I rimmed
you’re doing well
The love I have for you spans further than you can tell
We still don’t see eye to eye but that don’t even matter
I’ll just hold tight
motion
Feelin' like Hype Williams shootin' a nigga
Shootin' a nigga, hey, hey, hey
I need a slow motion video right now, ayy, ayy
Damn, baby, pussy
over me
And no, this ain't the clean version
And what you gonna do with all that meat?
Cookin' up a mean servin'
No question, I want it
Fire up,
over me
And no, this ain't the clean version
And what you gonna do with all that meat?
Cookin' up a mean servin'
No question, I want it
Fire up,
it... Then there is no way you can live without it.
Real talk....
See me I go by Zel Williams... I'm sure y'all Kno and heard of me...
I'll leave my
she wants to see if I can do it again
You want to be like me, so damn bad
The impossible dream all you MC's had
If you could rap like me, you
asked Jeffrey about it he was real nonchalant
Like I don't really give a fuck y'all can think what y'all want (see)
He really is racist, that nigga's
williams
This aint ma best verse
Iont wanna be the best
I chose this life
Cause i know i can chill
Like wiz khalifa hit that green not pills
I dont fuck with
at their heads, like hair in a comb
Sittin' by the window, I just stare at the storm
Know I'll make it through it like hair in a comb
Young Money over
at their heads, like hair in a comb
Sittin' by the window, I just stare at the storm
Know I'll make it through it like hair in a comb
Young Money over
central nervous system like heroin reppin' Maryland to the fullest
Bustin' like bullets that travel through chambers ignited by triggers, don't pull it
I
Loyal fans and newfound followers
Whassup y'all? Hello how are you doin out there?
You're chillin I'm winnin
Oh by the way the album's out go get
So I just kept it to myself like these beats
But you don’t stand for something life is a lottery
And since I never won at it, that’s not my strategy
at the cops like
I never heard of Jakes
I been pumpin D, since days of humpty
They can make a million dollars
Just bein' my flunky
I got a set of soldiers that
it would be a go-to song
That had all these like fun beats and mixing all these things
Here's that vine on glove compartments
Have you seen this one
I
the speed of sound
Ooh, it's a killing machine
It's got everything
Like a driving power
Big fat tyres and everything
I love it and I need it, I feed
buggin' out like Wendy Williams staring at a bee-hive
And how real is that
I remember signing my first deal
And now I'm the second best I can deal with
for real
Peter, Pharrell
Peter, for Rÿl
Peter, for Rÿl
Peter, for real
Peter
Right Thank you. I like that
I like that. Thanks for answering that
It
laughed at it
Them faggots actually said I was tryin' to sound like someone else, man I have had it
They also acted like I was the first independent rapper
don't have the land at that time
We don't have economy
So I decided to, you know
To talk on this one, because I can't rap
I'll call it ah open letter
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