Lyrics:
Oscar the Grouch
I got more change then you got in my couch
Next cat that scream my name gon'
Get shot in the mouth
I got the yay on the stroll
In my
Oscar the Grouch
I got more change then you got in my couch
Next cat that scream my name gon'
Get shot in the mouth
I got the yay on the stroll
In my
on me
But my brudda don't show no one 'bout this, 'cah it's hot
Duppy affi make properly (truss me, cuz)
Ayy
Woom doom woof, ayy
You know say we do
a sheepdog, bitch, I'm finna herd 'em out
What you heard 'bout me, yeah it ain't true it's word of mouth
Yeah, I pop a squat, pop a flat, then I'm going out
my crew,
cops didn't matter and for a while dogs didn't too,
I wasn't blue, except for the day when I was licked,
right in the mouth, but I restrained
I can't hold on to the past
By the looks of the things I'm on the right path yeah
Money talks I stuff my mouth with so much cash
I come in 1st but
think I'm dumb? You dumber yuh
You leaking crap up out your mouth
Lemme call a Plummer, yuh
You took a straw and sipped out all the color
But now you
this
Sum of unfunded grit
Bitch I reallot land
Me is my man everything I drop hot ah hot hands (Ah that's hot!)
Iterating I'm immortal to immobilize
Dicks dig me and I dig dicks (Dick, right now in my mouth)
Cutting off my balls no spade involved that line just dug my ditch
I'm sorry, I'll miss
with my zombies and
My goons like Transylvania
My niggas got it low by
Scalpin' tickets out the stadium
My messages is free movies
That’s word
lady I'm facing?
Dark skin, you're not my mommy!"
He grabbed me up to run some smooth words by me
Promise me things that he would buy me
If I kept my
"What'd you do last night?"
"We did umm, two whole cars
It was me, these, and Main Three right?
And on the first car in small letters it said
ran, I jumped out the back window
But her daddy, he was waitin' with a two-by-four
Oh, he beat me to the left
He beat me to the right
crazy, set a date up, get took out
Life a chess game, move right, or I take ya rook out
Told bro he don't gotta ask, it's on me like a tattoo
Why you mad
me lies, tell me lies, putting me in pain
Take the words right out my mouth, so I'm silent
All my feelings shutting down, I hate hiding
Got a mask
So sick, so sick, I'm sickle cell sick
What the fuck you think I'm doing right now?
I got my Glock on, watch on, clock on
Everything's cool, no
a Rolex watch
You haven't got one, you understand?
Ha ha ha ha!
In my car I had two girls
A quarter mill, pill poppers and pistols y'all
Bounce, they
away
Always running from consequence
Tryna make change out of pounds and pence
Money in my wallet goes to a fix for my head
You could call it medication,
something
In the valley
Yeah they said the summers are hot
Don't you worry
Hop right in the back of my truck
To the ocean
Maybe we can dive off
Totally psychic open your mind quick as the vibe kicks word to my sidekick
Sex boi let's hoi jislaaik yo yo yo yo yo check out this hype flow
I go by
the Bible
Pages of these words I've written while I'm sitting idle
Live and die by them fuck my idols and my rivals
You gon' have to stand on tip toes when I
think it, my nigga
Look, all I ever did was beat the odds
Cause when you try to get even it just don't even out
Never stopping like we hypnotized
got now
So cold on the block, getting hot now
Took too many shots, got knocked out
Got a few memories that i block out
Took a break, now I'm right back
the cards were by the way they held their eyes
So if you don't mind my sayin', I can see you're out of aces
For a taste of your whiskey I would give you
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