Lyrics:
the master
So don't you wait till the day after
Until then you can catch me in the sixes
Just pumping Bob Marley rebel music now
But I woke up in
twice in Oklahoma and once in Arkansas
And I don't know what possessed me to want to tag along
'Cause I was raised a Christian, and I knew right from
I wonder what he'll think of me
I guess he'll call me the "old man"
I guess he'll think I can lick
Every other feller's father
Well, I can
I
(grraow)
Mama hit me on my cellular told me that Quavo got caught by the coppers (fuck)
They say they've been investigatin' and Migo Gang we connected with
About obsessions with boys on the floor
Take that smile off your face
Wipe that tear from your eye
Don't say sorry for me
Take that smile off your
Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off
You too, boy, if ya fuck with me
The police are gonna hafta come and get me
Off yo ass, that's how I'm
call me Snoopy but
My friends call me Leo yes, I’m an indian
Two braids in my hair with a pipe in my hand
I’m endin all the big beefs
Rolling up the big
better eat your greens, boy, don't give me lip about it
Hello, no one is available to take your call
Please leave a message after the tone
Bro, call
by inches, he sprinted
Some of his boys on the corner was who your bullets entered
Two of em pull through but one didn't, son's finished
You took
to stop by and check us out sometime
He looked at me like I'm out my mind
Shook his head like, "White boys don't know how to rhyme"
I spit out a line
it from me, you better grab your shades
If He looks at you, ooh, well try not to look so afraid
Just do the best that you can, but don't you think
Usin' the phone booth makin' a few calls
Doodlin' weird things
Usin' the booth walls, yeah
Got me a big date waitin' for my chap
A-puttin' his fine
They say
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolescent
Jackson the P won't quit
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me
be on the way
Call me when you want
Call me when you need
Call me out by your name
I'll be on the way, like
Mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm, mm
Ayy, ayy
my boots
Got it laced, fuck up out my face
Who, lost? Got it, force
I'ma floss, Norway, Voss
Yeah, that's water, boy
Call me the water boy
Like
I see her layin' by the poolside every day
She ain't got a lot on
She ain't got a lot to say
She wouldn't look my way
But, buddy, what do you
a dog, now watch me cat-a-pul-ta boy
Yeah, I'm extra alter, yes a vulture, catch you walkin'
Extra talkin' to the morgue by extra coffins
Yeah, I'm hype
shit
Tuck in and claim that kick
Now let me see you talk shit
You always call me dude
You never call me by my name
California rude boy
I'm headed for
Bastard
Actual natural disaster
I did a song about DMT
Soulja Boy did one right after
3 eyes, these guys ain't seeing me
No radio showed up over B.o.B
from channel 3
I fell halfway to zero
Call me a hero I might just agree
Tall tree stand in the distance
Remember when you were green
Don't wipe
landscape
The boss don't dig me so he put me on the nightshift
It's an all night run to get back to where my baby lives
In the wee wee hours your mind
a hole in his face like a dental (uh)
Middle fingers up, yeah, to the system (fuck 'em)
If you don't know me, just call me Mr. (Glock)
Blue diamonds, it
an outside wall, I was afraid of what you'd say
It took me ten years to call you back but here we are today
Now that we're done with that, why don't you
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