Lyrics:
Let's get, I can't wait to trick man
It's gonna be so sweet
Still like, "Can you hit it with your OVO goose on?"
I'm like, "What are you on?"
Told
I was you, I'd love me too, I roll like a boss
Nine eleven Porsche same color as cranberry sauce
I ain't gon' front, I thought R. Kelly was the shit
Gettin' freaky in the club
That money
With the pretty kush taste like honey
By the way she's windin' it on me
My goodness girl you're so freaky, you're so
by the 9
Fuck the dumb shit, I run this, a whole life of crime
Ain't never had shit, but always had my pistol, bitch
187, don't make me whistle, bitch
Autobioaug' but it's brought up by y'all
They pressed for their ice Oksana Baiul
Stunting around here that is not the right move
They don't care about me what
The brows are arched of the mews across the street
By a pale ochre light are made out heavy reliefs
Where all your dreams are borrowed all your senses are
put E before the D, 'cause that's all you on
You on Pac's dick (bitch), you a replica, guy
If he was still alive, you would never get by (for real)
the Dude
On the way to the telly, we was bumpin' R. Kelly
And right before I cut her, it was confessions from Usher
She ain't used to a thug, she love
presence
Each sentence is a quotable
A knight a king my words are notable
Mogul noble carry me home
Take me to a place I'm no longer alone
Travels I've flown
How's it goin' there everybody,
From Cork, New York, Dundalk, Gortahork and Glenamaddy.
Here we are in the County Clare
It's a long, long way from
Greedy that's why my first week I got a mil
It's young money open the bar
If they don't know who you is I bet they know who you are
No kelly just n.o.
cup yea this shit Bubbly ain't sipping tea
Rolling up big blunts smoke biscotti Cookie no Christmas tree
I get high to let time pass by bitch I Ain't
(Goose do you see that)
(Yeah)
Copping a Bentley in France
Burners be right by my side if you wanting a tan
Catch me with woody in hand
Dropping an 8
Its amazing what we do when we are sad and we are stressed
We get annoyed at everyone and still they try their best
To reach us and to help us cause
can Reel on Roll on Rock on Jack
Can’t put the message from the fortune cookie back
A Ba Ba Ba Booming Headache is what I’ve got
Caused by Baby Boomer
some cookies out the cookie jar
Momma know her son gone' be a star
Put a laser beam on side of my AR
I been on the verge of giving up cause I swear this
Like, are you dumb, nigga? You wanna die?
(like) I'ma put you in the sky, That's what you get for dissin' on the
I said, that's what you get for dissin'
And sent it back if I ever seen a seed, man
And you don't even gotta ask
You know it by the smell
I treat every day like it's a payday
Top down, counting
And sent it back if I ever seen a seed, man
And you don't even gotta ask
You know it by the smell
I treat every day like it's a payday
Top down, counting
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
have it like Richochet Rabbit
It can ruin your rep
There are ways of preventin' this
Check your hygienist and your dentist
You might think I'm
of the cabin
Camp Floggnaw nigga you can tell by the badge
(Pass me my inhaler)
I'm sick of hacking and coughing, I'm often this fucking awesome
I'm animals,
or LL Cool J
Or in my bedroom with a swell dame
Half naked, sweating, freaking to R. Kelly’s Twelve Play
I’m talking bout high school dances
Grinding
the Melanin
stung by a jellyfish? I'm sellling R. Kelly's piss
""Who wan' rank?"" on some 'Belly' shit
Fuck every president First lady the immigrant
Don't
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