Lyrics:
a trance
Uh huh
That bitch she got me in a trance
Ha! Okay
That bitch she got me in a trance
Lil bitch
That bitch she got me in a trance
Yeah LT
And it's the brat tat tat yall
And its another album
Uh huh and its so phat phat phat yall
(Cherish) [Da Brat]
ooooh
Im in love
Im in love
It's nothing to me
Naturally
you got it (uh-huh)
Same old Z
what I am
I'm not spotted on the tube of Bill Cosby
Cuz what I said what the darndest
Now I'm
of Arlington
She pulling that card, uh huh
With Gold bottle boys bout to let the
Shots bust we brought all the guns
And I know for a fact that
She gone bust it
Uh
Mm
Aye
Eighteen, doin' shit you niggas can't, guess I'm a bad influence
Like Wendy, walk with my chest out doing big tits nigga how you doing
I
Yeah Yeah
Uh Huh
That's why the _ Sound Similar
That's Right
That's why the _ Look Similar
Fa Sho
That's why the _ Pound Similar
Let's Go
and then it tells me when
SOLO
Oh yeah
Uh huh
‘80s for me
When I’m feelin’ black and blue
Take my boom box and a mixed tape, down to the barbecue
‘80s
(uh huh)
Visions of "vittles" on my plate (let's eat)
Forgot to mention by the way
Picasso figures wit them skates (watch that footwork)
Hey look, I'm
I disconnected the phones
The fourth album turned into a horror show
Embarrassing yes I know
Might live stream your demise
cpologize to your wives
You
Yo, yo
I hope you please don't play with me (uh huh)
I'm grade A yeah I'm the boy, you'll see (yeah)
Thank you for them Ls, truly learned my lesson
Yo, Yo
I hope you please don't play with me (Uh huh)
I'm grade A yeah I'm the boy, you'll see (yeah)
Thank you for them Ls, truly learned my lesson
Yeah, this is me Speeder Razor
Yeah, I was born and raised in Zastron,
That’s the name of the album too, huh
Yeah, I will never forget where I come
heart and mind, models callin' on my line
Commas ima find and llamas by my side
Things I had to afford
They can't light my blunt why the fuck would I hand
Why do we idolize those who put on a show
As if they are somehow succeeding By enjoying the joy they have stolen from the world in monetary form?
tonight they're eating thoughts and prayers
Racism, Misogyny, uhh, Kidz Bop
By that mean bopping kids, not the music albums
But the act of, uh, molesting
up to the bank with the big bag yeah
And that boy he a drop out
And his little bitch she a pig too
Slicka Man
Shout out the model it's Kaylee uh huh
stings
Got you tied up in knots like shoe strings
Like most missing persons and shootings
Uh huh
It's hard to believe with my own pair of eyes
Struggling
they slick
At least my hood boogers, she ain't throwin' no bricks, uh-huh
This ain't the type of shorty bring to Texas Roadhouse
You barely even wanna
made a promise to beat they ass up
Like Adonis, survive, I'll meet 'em again
Fuck your big bro, uh
We the ones that got it when the rent's low
I
to radšej ani nevidia
H16, back on streets, uh huh
Nech vidia ako rozbijem stage
Nech vidia ako rozžijem dav
Nech vidia ako bouncuju všetci
Pošleme tlak do
by the caseload
(uh huh)
Lawyer money make the charges disappear
Where that case go?
Whoa, we got shooters on the payroll
They whackin' everything if I
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Sole', never saw me comin', uh
My brigade, some bad bitches
[Chorus]
If ya get doped with bezels
Your neck, wrist and fixed
Mhm, mhm, uh-huh, mhm, okay
It sound dumb but I'ma let you do it anyway
You hard-headed, need to learn from fallin' on your face
Mo' money mo'
been sober through the lows
I been steady with the growth, Not in coma's anymore nigga
Not in commas anymore huh
Not in commas anymore uh, Yeah
I see it
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