Lyrics:
you may look tonight
You will see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado
Or Georgia by the sea
Working for some man
Who may not know at all who I
the best
I say this shit with my chest
That boy not bulletproof vest
Baby you're not like the rest
Baby I'm not like the rest
I swear to god I'm the best
I
allow me to consummate our romance
Your know what, you're a supersonic flight
A song by Lennon and McCartney
A Mohammed Ali fight
You're like Brigitte
leave can't stick around for police
Started to grind in my teens bitch niggas not my cup of tea Yeah
Written by; Waldau Aldoph, Jesse Lafleur
or a masterpiece
Sample chopped by Fresh, he threw the pass to me
With slaps hard enough to get us banned from an academy
Keep my wife's name out you're fucking
back to the future
We go
Young McFly
On his skateboard
Young boy
Tryna chase sumn
Say sumn
She keep begging
To say sumn
Baby
Won't you say sumn
C'mon
Barbie
Sounds like we're being too Marwadi
Tomorrow I'll forget you little pony
Moving on to the next Paul McCartney
We'll have a smart album of armies
time to be great
30 grams it's milli vanilli
I get a hunch and my soldiers get silly
They get to poppin' and I crank a pilly
You think you ready? Not
replies
I chill with snakes
So I see your disguise
You couldn't walk a mile in my shoes they don't make my size
Fuck her when I want she stay open like VQ
in Selma they never question the purpose
Our shepard was struck in Memphis but not the way that you heard it
Arrive at the hospital and later on he was
had a baby and
Then they had one more, little Jesse
When she dropped the kids off
At the mothers day out
All the ladies had their questions and
Knew not
down to the ground
But we won't touch that old Pullman she's Southern and they claimed
They ain't offered no reward for Frank and Jesse James
Frank
place to bear her child,
Not a single room was in sight.
By and by they found a little nook,
In a stable all forlorn,
And in a manger cold and dark,
to consider him warned.
I pull up behind him
Pull out my pistol
Blow 'em away
Jesse James behind the wheel
It's high noon in my automobile
You call me crazy,
pedophiles think I'm not photogenic
So cook up what you want in your burnt out skillet
Just know I do hunt and do know how to kill it
You think you get
don't want better
She gone blame it her daddy
Like damn hoe we all know the nigga wasnt there
But you 20 fucking 6 can't make excuses for your actions
You
Hold this shit down, she don't know you better school her
("Step in the Arena" sample scratched)
Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit
Every night she sleeps alone
And by her bed she puts the phone
And every morning after that
She takes the phone and puts it back
He's got
a flake like corn, and I was born not to understand
By letting her pass I proved to be a better man
She keeps on passing me by (passing me by)
She
a flake like corn, and I was born not to understand
By letting her pass I proved to be a better man
She keeps on passing me by (passing me by)
She
and after that you will be righteous folk by
Repenting before committing the sin
One from among them said, Do not kill Joseph, but if you must do something,
fit Kills narcotic
An Supreme rocken
Ice cream or Bathing ape
She can not make me weight
Star
Change bitches
Just like them Jays
An smoke
Ain't it great
You the shit say it! You
Don't have to be humble
Be like Ray J "I'm tired of being humble"
I'm not a cocky person by nature
Scaff, be cocky for her!
My tongue on it said it feel amazing
Bad bitch like Jesse, aye
Hair red like Jesse, aye
She call me her bestie, aye
We might hit that lick today
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