Lyrics:
Buttoned up, Tom Ford
Head stay on a swivel, they want your boy in a morgue
But fuck 'em, I want a war
Butt fuckin' 'em slow, raw
Pertaining only
Now they run from me
I can't take a tip I own the company
Try it boy come for me
I bring the William brown to
The E E Cummings
Seek me plummet
Don't ask
Philippe
We got a different reach
I'm global plus your boy a mogul
A million pounds at the
Ranch house in Acapulco
Rare Polo and vintage lenses
I'm whippin'
I found Christ, Amen
I keep writing with the pen
Teen X like I'm Ken
I don't rate but she a 10
2015 in the den
Memories all from the past
Flying by
Let's get intricate
Flow so sick I belong in da syndicate
Man went viral before da internet
Its the Bad boy flows dat I implement
Trust me Man can't
be woah
Imma hit it like Serena Williams
Fuck you dirty, what?
I like your girl, Imma walk up tough
I don't hold back, Imma say you what I want like
on, watch your boy in some flip the fitted
You can't do it like me, I'm by myself
I do it so good, I don't need nobody help
What's happenin'? What's
ladies and gentle men
This is errm the YBNL Album if you don’t know the meaning odikwa
Y Yahoo boy no Laptop yes ermm
This album is very interesting very
lading boy I'll bomb the state
I ain't come to stay I gotta post bond today
2 million in the bag, I ain't wanna brag
You don't know the feeling when
I grab the beer, but not in the ride
'cause I'm not stupid, I don't drink and drive
I'm not a beginner, amateur or local
My album is sellin'
me? Pussy boy know that he can't
Got this watch on but it's not for time so sorry if I'm late
Yeah he don't no motion so no wonder why he hate
He
of the maniac dressed in black carry round a strap
Kid you play me too close (slow down and catch a cap, POW!!)
Cause I don't play games, an outlaw like Jesse
annoying is that annoying as Poison and the birth of rap
This is the Boys To Men Album meets Johnny Cash ain't no boys on this album only Nash
A boy who
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
I'm a young boy, straight from north Flo
My heart so cold, R.I.P Fro
I'm from city where I can stay, but can't go
I could leave by myself or take my
verse a gift, as you smoke like a chimney
My album comin' November, that's twenty years of memory
And that's assumin' I'ma live that long
If I don
(way, way, way)
Why don't you come around
Walking down Williams through Mart and Blays (mart and blays)
Call it Big Steps where I used to play (used
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it?s hard to believe
Well it?s true homeboy, it?s not a lie
I used to sell tapes on sunnyside
I used
know Kweiku
You can't smoke me, I don't rate you
Man I told these niggas that it's album time and it'll probably go gold on my debut
I was on a BMX
on our mind like
Niggas out here stressing
Boy if you don't get your ass to work
Get this money now, get that paper
Have some fun
Cause when it's too late,
my eyes
Be still be calm be quiet now my precious boy
Don't struggle like that or I will only love you more
For it's much too late to get away or turn
could be working even better
And I think you should look at me as an opportunity to find that out
I don't mean any disrespect by that
I'm just saying I
boy was, I wrong now
I don't budge, don't want much, just a roof and porch
And a Porsche, and a horse and unfor-tunately
But of course an assort-ment
of Ft. Meyers
I got principles nigga that's what I live by
I ain't got rap feature and I'm still alive
Not 1 my 3 album is you surprised worth my
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