Lyrics:
The band fall silent fearing for their lives
And with fear in my guts like tangled twine
'Cause all I got is brass knuckles and a bolo knife
And mad John
full of white, you woulda thought it was some flour
Work hard in the kitchen like a culinary school
I be doin my thang, I'm a culinary fool
So much
They all headed for me I said this is the end
But where I come from we don't give up
Without a fight
They were screaming and yelling and scratching
Down the aisle I'll walk with you
Just to hear the words I do
All of my life I want to be
Good and sweet till eternity
I do thee wed this
Rubber band around the wrist, be the type to grip
and flip the script, send your ass home all limp
Motherfucker you ain't know? I'm a female pimp
King
Rubber band around the wrist, be the type to grip
and flip the script, send your ass home all limp
Motherfucker you ain't know? I'm a female pimp
King
Haha, yeah!
Haha, yee
I don't see nothin' wrong with my behavior
You know
If she just wanna sniff, she just looking for a lift
And if we
Not gon' lie, not gon' lie
By my side, by my side money vibes all night
Got your wrist on ice
You gon' ride for life i'ma ride for life
Need somebody
but it's all reversed
Now you get the best version of me
But don't you dare concede
Just wait and see
I know I got my work cut out for me
I see it
Distributin', call it penetratin'
Take off your mind, clean up what you thinkin'
Dirty money stashin', call it bankin'
Murder for position, call it rankin'
mama's broom but I was strummin' like a fool
A true believer till the day I die
If you'd a plugged me in, in front of all my friends
I would'a set
bitch that lamp with me ain't worried bout they chastity
We just going for the bag so can you hand it faster please
Rub my hands and twist my stash all my
and spewing this revolution
For popular TV
All your opinions are carefully chosen
By what we'll let you see
Televised crap dressed up as fact
Your soap reality
Kissed Your Sister
V1
Now out of all those memories
that keep coming back to me
I get one that reappears nearly every seven years
It dates from
plans to see the world
And your favourite band in the front row
Now we're nothing more than a memory
Always brought back by that song
And when it plays
So don't try at those same style battle cry
I rock the you-train, the routes that I battle by
I listen to sister shit, it til they quite slow
No
In this industry
And im destine to be
The best version of me
Gotta keep working
Gotta be focused
Less time for the joking
World full of hate
U wonder
stay in the house for? (Why?)
If it ain't real, what you open your mouth for?
Yeah, I'm a team player, but I'll do it without y'all
I'm fighting them
All my thoughts are weightless, I don't know how I'm gonna say this
Because when I open my mouth you always cram it full of your doubts
All my
storage
Watch me blossom, watch me flourish
If you try to touch my porridge
You will feel my chucks like Norris
All my bitches think I'm gorgeous
Get
When I left him there to feel it
Couldn't guess when I'd be leavin' for
No chance I waste my twenties on random men
Not one of them is cooler than all
the lanes
Color full people all lonely together
Knowing eyes good at lies
But country folk learn
when they hit the smoke
Or like to think so for a while
And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get
Tony Wing's the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America
Who wants to kill him?
by the ounce, back wood full of grams
Feel like the man
Skinny pants and some vans, spending' all my advance
I'm a get it back again, called up
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