Lyrics:
Goodwill loves me Macklemore than you
I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat
All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats by Dre
Thank you very
eyes open I can't trust em all
Show a nigga how 2 make some money
Yeah we all ball
I ain't gotta sell a P
I'm stacking money as tall as Paul gasul
mi put yuh pon the news
Two unknown killers pon yuh ends yuh ah walk thru
Wait till everybody come out then we take life by the group
St. Paul addi
duck for cover
I come with a chrome y'all can makin' hoes pay the cost
Infrared to ya head full of lead yawkin' lames
You can betcha by the dollar
shout the victory
Listen to me, Paul and Simon
They gonna be there
If you don't believe me you just be there
You will see
They gonna be right at that
The devil controls me to a sweet robbery
I cruise in my Chevy, shakin' these late nights
And soon the killa within me will come out again to take another
More rhymin', pure diamond, tore hymen, poor timing
Raw lining, Paul Simon touring, I'm in
Boring typing, snoring pipe when hyper than four hypemen
through frustration
Clean Bandit, Sean-Da-Paul, Anne-Marie, sing, make them hear
She works the night, by the water
She's gonna stress, so far away from
they'd all be dead
They'd die by his blazing gun
They died by his blazing gun
And then the Comancheros came a-riding through the night
Stealing
they'd all be dead
They'd die by his blazing gun
They died by his blazing gun
And then the Comancheros came a-riding through the night
Stealing
fight
Infamous buckin' all night
Burnin' em' after a light
Chorus x2
(Crunchy Blac)
Slip, slide come and take a ride
To my fuckin' stash pile
Nigga you
I'm gonna funk you up
I'm gonna funk you right
I'm gonna funk your booty halfway through the night
And when I'm done, I'm gonna turn right back
(paul simon/trans. konishi)
Translators: jun yamashiro and david kamil
Iki o hisomete
Mimi mo to de sasayaite
Yoru ga sukoshi demo
Tsuzukuyou ni
on you
I wanna hold you
I wanna touch you and squeeze you
And love you all night long
Oh Baby girl
Yo I've heard it before
So save all the cliche
I really
and heavens door
As I soar through yo life
You be beggin' for some Christ
ain't no mutha fuckin' Christ
All I want to see is die
(Juicy J)
Yo sleep at night
day and spend the night
Bags and shoes, Imma make all of the moves
I might just pull up and shoot cause, I make it do what it do yeah yeah
'Round
Long
I don't know what would make him risk it all
Kanye caught Kim K fuckin' Chris Paul (what?)
He deserve it if that shit is true, can't even front
and the parcels
'cause all our homes and offices got
Stacks of mail last June, ow! Ha! Ha!
When it was my birthday anyway
We're all dead pleased by the way
You've
Huh
Run it up
Counting my blessings to sum it up, huh
Coming up
Grind through the night till the sun is up
Telling my haters to suck it up
We
Huh
Run it up (Run it up)
Counting my blessings to sum it up, huh (Sum it up, sum it up, aye)
Coming up (Huh)
Grind through the night till the sun is
I fuck your hoe on a Friday night know that I'll have that bitch gone by the weekend
My cellular it stay on DND I don't even like when my phone keep
to live through
Telling myself it's my fault
And with every word my pitfall
And now I'm thinking why do
I deal all this hurt to my mental
And all this self
walking through the twilight zone
Don't click them heals there ain't no way home
I feel like a teen again don't at me
How y'all face facts and stay bumping
Red ruby da sleeze, I need some rubies on my sleeve
Just started and already blowing through this beat like breeze
Yeah my shawty she a barb so I
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