Lyrics:
life
And this mystery love
I'm a kid when it comes to
Growing up in this slum
By the way, you are borin'
If you living life, ignorin'
What it is you
on my body
We hung out more on the weekend
Made it real fun, super freaky
Then we were lyin' on the bathroom floor
Asked you on a date, made it official
and
All, that can go to hell, I don't care yeah
I don't really give a shit about
That kind of punk fuck
Acid with Bear Stanley
I'm trying to see where
the last laugh
On Palpatine's ass!
By building him an army of guys!
So terrible" am I!
And that's how i became a Red-Shirt!
And that's how i became
the boy
Salty bitches bashing me when they speak of the boy
Real one though keeping it real with the boy
Keeping it G with the boy
That super key for
the boy
Salty bitches bashing me when they speak of the boy
Real one though keeping it real with the boy
Keeping it G with the boy
That super key for
the shiy we used to be on
No lie, man, I really get the feeling that shit is comin' together
Good food, good weed
Saw the fam I ain't seen, it couldn't
to Philly
To get my scrilly
Ya'll know the really
It truly cost to floss
So I'm wanted by the haters so I pack a nina ross
And ball and chose to roll
around the block 'fore I find him (wait)
I found the beat, duckin' these crackers, I feel like Bin Laden
I wish that my bitches had better timin'
Some
Slide across town
gon make a Mov, Movie
From her bitties to her knee's
The thickest chick I ever seen
Breeze by her like the wind blow
cuz she
on zero
Here I come to save the day, super hero
Pocket on casino, Robert DeNiro
In my town, niggas slinging pounds, kilo's
Cars paid in full, so they never
Scandic
Continental of The Thief?
He just came from the toilet did he poop?
We don't know, but if he did
It is a super scoop!
"Justin talked to a Norwegian
go
Go, go, still you gotta go
Yo I couldn't give a toss, about my shitty job
Wrote a letter to my boss "Man you really are a slob"
Definition
a super model, knows how to strike a pose
And he don't mind the makeup, as long as no one knows.
And he's got that crooked grin, and talks with
what you do
Y'all busters trippin'
Like twenty four seven
Baby three six five
I see the reaper round the corner in a queens disguise
So alluring super
a homicide
Home invasion bullets flying by his mama's eyes
All these hardships I harbor you think I'd ought to cry
His brother really a fan telling me I got
the crowds celebratin’ man I really like that sound
Got ‘em all jacked, energy is all stacked
Tap on my shoulder tellin’ me I got this all whack
Take your
love potion
I could rhyme tighter than that, I'm better than that
Bas'biz iskeem samalahle we were blazing them back like "Wassup"
Soweto, the place I
Man in soarin thru the sky
Ain't no way to fuckin lie
I'm just livin just to die
By myself
No one cares for me
I've been fighting alone
Someone help me
(aye)
All I need is a beat that's super bumpin'
And for you, you, you to back it up and dougie!
Put your arms out front, lean side to side
They
be the man like super
Every line means something like a ruler
Hunted by the devil and these cougars
50 Bands, 100 bands, fuck it man, with this beat
ecstasy when you say those words to me
I can't afford to waste this night
I can't just let this pass me by
I'll clean up any mess we make
Tonight rely
If I’m really vibing out I’m wavvy,
Im tubular and gravy,
They say I’m radical,
My lymphatic system
In a panic chasin zen on a zanax,
It’s so auto
just know that im blessed to be alive
Baby we can settle in tonight
You can see me shine when I step into the light
Im always messing w the levels
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