Lyrics:
Earthquake watch
Swallowed by tsunamis hurricanes and earthquakes
Earthquake watch
Swallowed by tsunamis hurricanes and earthquakes
Album one, survived
albums
Hittin just
Like the Carter
Half man
Half amazing
Eyes stay csian
Doin me is
Main occupation
I had boss up
To better
My situation
I'll
with the sharks in my life got me seasick
I've been riding solo you can't tell me who to be with
Every album I've been on has charted, that's elite shit
it's ya biggest fan
It's not even necessary to introduce who I am
by now, cuz we're good friends
Remember the letter I wrote, before Atlanta on Up In
shit
HMV at the cash register, girls tryin to make me buy CD's
Soft jazz and homo R&B
I ain't payin for that Allure shit
Walkin by Bloomingdales
their forts are destroyed by my
Stroid and my boy
If you know anything about value
Then I suggest you take a few Valiums
Sober up, fill your cup, I slowed
Government of the people
For the people
By the people
Earlier today a Broward County appellate court judge has
Upheld the previous ruling
Bankroll got the bitches bad on the pole
Pull up to the club, I let it go let it go
They call me young Quavo throw
Young Quavo throw
We get ignorant in
whip drive by
It's Diaz up on it again, oh my
'Nother new album that's no lie
Thought that was it? I ain't never say bye
You do what tell you you don't
huh, yeah
Bet I got a number one album
Bet I fall down but overcome every challenge
Bet I hit the Grammies suited up
Get a bag then juice it up by
French too
And me and Face just slashed the last beat up like a Ginsu
My album like a 'Rari, a lot of dope features
Glad you bought it, now sit back
French shoe
I fuck with Wale, Ross, and my nigga French too
And me and Face just slashed the last beat up like a Ginsu
My album like a 'Rari, a lot
French shoe
I fuck with Wale, Ross, and my nigga French too
And me and Face just slashed the last beat up like a Ginsu
My album like a 'Rari, a lot
And now coming down the aisle (uh)
Accompanied by no-motherfuckin'-body, it's young Bronny (it's me)
Yeah, steppin' to the plate like Barry with
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
What's up
What's good
Guess I gotta show 'em what's up. Show 'em what's good
Fake friends tryna dap me. Like (What's up)
What's good
Y'all don't know
ontario baby
Yeah alright alright yeah
We live right now man yeah
Like i said up in the outback yo matter fact let me bring that back
Cuz like i said we
Yeah... Bucks... In The Bucks We Trust
I keep on getting better by the day
I'm working gotta an album on the way
I'm thankful for the blessings that
'Babe, that's what I thought'
I'm ready to fucking go
Finna roast a bitch you already know
Make an album then I make my dough
I'm all the way up
No I.D.
Make a couple platinum records in that bitch and then I dip up out it
On the 101, my wife text me
Talkin' 'bout, "You gotta get home, feed
[Intro: Phonte (Big Pooh)]
Yo... (Hah!)
Waddup y'all? It's Phonte, I got my man Big Pooh up here with me
(Yeah!) It's about 6'o clock in the Chopp
Shopping spree
Just dropped 300k
Look at me
Got all these bags
And they all zippered up
Money money mula
And other fancy stuff
Throw it in my trunk
I throw
on
Keep the yard empty cause you know my cat is scared of knomes
Ladies all up on me like I'm giving out the pheromones
Me and Eatin' made it now, greatly
[Too $hort]
Album number 12
Short Dogg still in the house
I ain't going back into retirement
Life is
Anything is possible try hard
It ain't
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