Lyrics:
bitches tryin' to lock me up for the whole century (no, no, no, no, no, no)
They gave my nigga Donny forty, Dante nineteen
I wish that we could smoke
castaway
ctleast Tom hanks had a cabinet of accolades
You just another pussy that was played by cnne Hathaway
Look at what it's come to
Now I got set it
leading by example, all them little nigga's on that trap wave
Jump of it's not gonna run
I don't care about how many doors you got on your car
No one
you, I like you, because you're ugly, just kidding
Yeah, yeah! Hoo! Yea, woa, woa, the longest song, so, so long
The longest song. Long, long, long,
day by
Day by day by day by day by day by day by
We laugh at them, for they know their day is coming
The wicked draw their swords to slay the upright
Movin like a sex machine
And as Sky & The Family Stone told
Funk are different strokes for different folks
That's it
Get down!
By the way we must to pay
my niggas gone blow
We wipe yo’ nose
If we heard you told
I pickup the load
Now I’m back in the trap
They callin’ my phone
What you need I got that
the wrong way I'll make that tool clap
Yeah I stay strapped, got the iron on me like Tiger
Woods
This life so dangerous, I ain't ever say shit
If you know,
with pride where I reside
They call it Dean's Song
And that's quite a group you have going for you
There's no bigger choir that you could hire
For
with pride where I reside
They call it Dean's Song
And that's quite a group you have going for you
There's no bigger choir that you could hire
For
Christmas forever.
Can you hear me?
I'm talking to you yeah you
Oh can you hear me
I've been here for so long
Trying to write the best song
Oh can
on the regular
You used to boost, the slickest of suits
Climbin through the back windows on the bus, you was ill Dukes
Until that chick you vicked, for the Cutlass
got a nеw girl, a new one
It's true girl, I fеll for a new girl
A new one and she hate the songs that
I play on the radio
Just know, I'm speakin'
that?
Nah, If you don't have a zaddy then you handicapped
I just figured you just do it for the satisfaction
But wait
Wait
Waiting on me
Wait and fall
wanna talk
When I stare for too long (too long)
Maybe I'm coming off
A little too strong (too strong)
But I believe you
Belong with me
So we can succeed
Trying to slide on cnne Hathaway
csk me about my prices bitch
I'm priceless got that appraised
High off Miley Cyrus
You can't siphon the gas we blaze
in your face
When the sound of the songs come to blow alright
Like the problem I'm cold
All of you so old
It's nothing to deep this story untold
It's
betcha never thought you would here it like this
Some funk for the trunk by this nigga named Kris
See, I ain't into the game
I'm true to the gang
fabrics
Got a deuce in my cup, keeping my balance
Shawty write a lil letter and
She live in Paris
At the end of this song, can you share us
Stop protecting
gave you Mandela, black Dalai Lamas
I gave you music
You enthused in my kindness
So how dare you reduce me to Donny Imus
Timeless in case we never
Roddy in that Lotus, smoking dope
You know I poured it (Huh)
Bag it by the ounce
Keep a round for the movement (Huh)
Bitch where your latex, I’m having
I'm in Paris Saint-Germain
I don't care if you got a man come brizz this then brizz it for gang
Bros outside getting high in dam Tell me a day
I could sing about
The before times
But I don't think I want to
I can see in color
For the first time
And I just want to thank you
Purples and greens
the city I come back on the,
Whatch you know about, gun
Fully automatic on a shoulder with straps on?
Extra projects
Who punks that jails the street for
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