Lyrics:
and then made them leave
I feel the peace and I create me a melody
When people gonna leave, I'ma let 'em be
Devil think he can buy me with a price
It's funny
can't ever style on us,
There's no more than 5 of us,
They back my beef I line em up,
I roll my spliff and light it up,
Go party and light it up,
Dirty
head now that called Kristy kream
Forgot to tell you it came a beam
I done came up they want be part the team
Now you a fan buy ya ticket a then scream
we still gon' sail,
Tryna find the same in other dames,
It wasn't there, time will tell,
Exactly what this is and what we finna do,
Think I should
facts (aye) and I'm like Deion I'm running it back
Clip on the AK bout bigger than Shaq tip on the stick it aint making no noise tell how you moving I
tell em pardon ya back we wrap the philosophy gynecology monopoly
You see red that means she spotted me she need at least a week to recover maybe more
like they got it tell em bring it out
We trapping in the bando bring a couch
Ain't a rookie in and out like Mighty Mouse
On a mission Tryna get it til
Well, you've all heard the story
About Rudolph and his nose
But I'll tell you a Christmas tale
That never has been told
You may think you've
a rebel yell And made history that night
Before that night was over
Leroy had changed their tune
He had 'em scootin' a hoof on every roof
By
you're even worth trying
Now it's over
Tell me how I'm supposed to feel
Baby
Swear I thought you'd keep it real
I hate this
Why'd you make it so
the pedal to the flo I cannot fucking wait up
Why slow it
Id rather floor it till they fucking face scrunch
I ignore em when they tell me
I can never do this
it, I got plenty, plenty
I done said I'm timeless back in 2020
I'm still undecided but I'm really heavy
Whose heads coming off? Aim then I'll tell
Verse 1: Andre Nickatina
The homie said, now we can chalk em like rocky if ya cocky when you knock me
Do it till we slap you or atleast until you
C'mon, uh Doap Nixon, AOTP
Gotta be a betta way
I found out that by the time
You make it in life
You find out you already had it
That's real talk
enough for me to give you one last message,
And when you get to hell you can tell Lucifer I said it.
Don't ever get it confused. Fuckin' with
tummy-tummy
Justin Bieber be a bad bitch he gon' think I’m funny
Jackie on the Crackie coming at you with a bang
Let’s get it, feel it, twist it, turn it up
Fly, Fly got work to do
He's got a job baby, he's got a job baby
[Verse 2: Playa Fly]
Tell me how to do my job, boy that ain't your job to do
If you
I'm that young fresh pressed intellectual Don
Not dressin Louis Vuitton
Chillin my Sox hat Adidas sox on
Turn your blocks oblong and dry you out for
Ooo Maria
You a lil diva
No limes just shots of tequila
Got no worries when you swipe the VISA
Whose your parents? I bet they're glad
thank em' both for
You want Real
I'll show you a real bitch
Vroom Vroom Vroom eat smoke on some boss shit
Real bitches do what these normal hoes can't
Why they turn
Lucha monk killin' rhymes like a phantom, proach em
A proper motivation shifts my way to live on
Da truths are ugly then were born dead already
Pussy dry man that shit ain't even carrot
Pass it baby, get out your clothes
Lets get high, girl I live in the smoke
I ain't fuckin' around, Turn it
made these wide turns with the usher ties
Had to let 'em burn now let the Rosetta turn
Me into a stone cold killer
With a better perm
Are you here for
fry some god damn
Chicken (uh-huh) {alright}
And don't forget to get the cards so I can whoop y'all
Ass in some spades
(Tell 'em girl) And if they ain't
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