Lyrics:
Drinkin' by the bar ya
Bar ya, oh my God
Drinkin' by the bar ya
Bar ya, oh my God
Drinkin' by the bar ya
Bar ya, oh my God
Drinkin' by
builders can't talk
They are unable too. one says "Ya" the other says "Da"
And let me tell you what... they stoped the building!
And the smart-alec builders,
everyting you dream huh
You'll be everything I need if you was god
But it's clear to me your not
You can still be my eve to my Adam
Cause I know you get wet
a millionaire, I still won't marry ya Slugs to you head, six people Paul-bury ya Colgate froze flows like cocaine Mental overdose explode your brain Some might
night for you
Got in your mind what's best for you
Walk up to the club to tell them your through
[Chorus: Adam Levine]
She's stuck off in this
Magazine XXL, I make it spit fye
I gets mine, by any means, I multiply
Points I make on lines, I split, by lines, i quick divide
You crossin mine, you out ya
Did he blast first an' ask questions later
I betcha they tell ya I did such a wicked ass earthling
Why did you kidnap that little kid, man I wasn't
U ain't gotta tell me what you want
U ain't gotta tell me what you need
, but girl I know what ya need
U ain't gotta tell me how ya like it girl
it gotta be a fight
Evil I'm evil
I'm eve and I'm Adam
I'm god and I'm mad at em
Satan i battle Him
Cattle and sheep
Abducted by angel
Addled
coat
Where's my bread, sucka?
Grab ya by the throat
Callin' all cars, one-adam-twelve
Pretty ass nigga, you better stick yourself
Militant, don't
G ain't gotta put it on a scale
He ask you if it weigh enough just tell 'em yeah
Ya n**** just yell
Pull the pistol them n**** gon' bail
If he got
with ya snake and ya fruit
Lookin' for Adam and Eve so that they can eat ya fruit
Drop ya ass down like you do when you poop
If a broke nigga try
ain't trying go ham.
I gotta muster up a smile when I'm posing for the camera,
Watch me Chris Paul ya'll cause I got a sick handle.
I have it all
time a young nigga try to talk. Lil boy you gotta crawl before you learn how to walk.
If ya act up boy, you'll get slapped in the face. Cuz I'm
can't get caked up and stay caked up
Say what why we can't tell who's smart or dumb
Why niggas in blue suits gotta take us and put us in orange one
Why
you've ever believed in
By peeping your deepest secrets like psychic readers,
What's the matter with ya'll, I splatter ya'll
Against the mutha fuckin
want, Tell me what you on
Gotta Tell me what you want, Tell me what you on
Tell me what you want, when its me ima be wrong
Oh what ya doin, how do you
Gotta get myself and my fam right
Sitting through the night calling on Christ (Lord)
Yeah I did It By The Book,(Tell Em)Yeah I Did It By The Book(Tell
a duffle feel like a bag of apples
I'm in ya girl's adam's apple
It's fact that she giving me top nigga go grab a Snapple
Grab the mag then I dare to clap
You be talking now ya toes got the tag
Godfather got the hoes on the back
Stay with straps naw my niggas don't lack
Like a movie yea yea that's a wrap
grits down man
(You needs to eat Gerber man)
Who gets the grits, now let me tell ya
A plenty posse bloom from the cellar, to nail ya
Daughter
cant catch up to tomato sauce
Little by little I snap brittle the little MCs who wanna test me
Covid bars take your breath away like a jetski
You want
Ain't gotta say too much
I can read your body language
It ain't hard to tell
If you don't wanna take it too far then well
You better stop flirtin'
am not tripping on the way to as show
Gotta tell em bout Jesus cause they need to know
Oh no it really ain't about me bro
I shouldn't ever say that
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