Lyrics:
of the illest in the seven continents
Yo, you on my dick, thanks for the compliments
You be fucked up by my Table of Contents (begins fading)
Bad Lieutenant,
on a four-leaf clover
To be the E double E over and over
You're intrigued by the way I do my thing
(Do what?) Pick up the mic high and make it swing
[PMD]
I
[Petey Pablo: Talking]
Ladies and gentlemen, I am proud to present to you today
The new album from Petey Pablo, "Still Writing in My Diary:
on a four-leaf clover
To be the E double E over and over
You're intrigued by the way I do my thing
(Do what?) Pick up the mic high and make it swing
[PMD]
I
albums wrong, yea
This is the bonus track
I got a bonus track
You think my album's whack
But I got a bonus track
This is the bonus track
I got a bonus
to sneak by me
I'm the dominant one, call me the prominent one
And as I'm speakin I'll be bombin the dumb
Deaf and blind cause I was born with a sharp mind
What do I say
Say whatever the heck you want
Be on beat stay on beat
Oh my GOD
Yo here I go
Hey yo I don't know any words
My GOD
Play the Album
Who's fly in rap? I in fact
By myself, no one behind the attack
And fuck Sound Scan, I ain't BUYING that
Cause y'all sell em to the stores then buy 'em
I remember back in the day there Wasn't social media no youtube or MP3s
Just browsing at the cds that you see maybe you will
90's album covers were
staan.
En dan noemt die flop zich de top van de nederhop -- pop pop --
zeg het nog eens en het kost je je kop.
Want voor de tijd dat ik vier vette albums
Deine Texte sind technisch schwach
Keine Message, nur wacker Kack
Die Karriere von jedem Autotune-Cocksauger
Wird bald beendet
Denn mein nächstes Album
a drill rapper?
I could rap overdosed on smack
But you're still wacker
Pill packer on some dumb type rap
Your album ain't a hit, son
Where the punch lines
underrated, I'm back in the mix
Oh my god, this the third chapter
Slicing through in this bitch like a weed wacker
Got these niggas all scared, call it Fear
of an album the loop resides
At the loop off wacker the coupes a ride
It ain't all about the loot got my crew inside
Praying for the city youth who been
auffällig; fragen sich „Was geht denn denn ab, Shiml?“, Geben High-Five
Du hälst dich wacker; deine billge Schlampe rattert meinen
Schnorchel und fliegt auf
trippy tune
A psychic, kindly, nah I'm Alakazam'ing 'em
I can rap a batallion, yeah just tell them I'm wacker than
An imposter in pasta, now I'll smack
perfekt mach
Doch ich wollte immer mehr
Und fand die scheiße immer wacker
Bis mir nichts mehr gut genug war,
Ich verwarf den ganzen dreck man
2020 gings
Downtown New York
Last floor, penthouse view
Still thinking I still want more
Oh y'all want more?
20 Track album ready, mixed, mastered, done, finished by
know about that
look out for the Hood Starz album by the Git It Boyz
You know, shout out to the Trak Starz
They in da building Buck Ban and Zoe
Uh,
on a weekly
(But) Who's fly in rap? I in fact
By myself, no one behind the attack
And fuck Sound Scan, I ain't BUYING that
Cause y'all sell em to the
Stores
before, in my little snapshot album.
The night was dark and the hour was late,
She was kissing her boy by the garden gate,
Wouldn't she love to see page
which song should be
Released as a single
From his sophomore album, Dreams
Worth More Than Money
Which he's scheduled to complete within the
Week because
for each man (Damn)
Then I scrapped that, 2 albums are now shelved
A personal hell completely composed by myself (Mmm)
But this one's workin', dropped
enlightened by the chosen man
A little frightened by my foes and fans
I'm still recitin' doing shows with bands
Hold my can knowing that I'll float again
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