Lyrics:
on my seat
Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me
Bitches know it's time out
They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out'
They want to fuck
running wild trying to rearrange other artist
Street dates, in fear of a wipe out in retail interchart movement.
Although no one knows the exact 'cause
thirsty and they nodding and the be ?
They see me my actions
I cruise by in a Beemer just laughing
I let that rock and roll
I coping poppy's load
It
about a bitch
And couldn't face her
Never had a reason to
Never did it for no clout
I just wanna surf the crowd
Screamin out
Buck wild
And we don't give
trying to rearrange other artist
Street dates, in fear of a wipe out in retail inter chart movement
Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album
out (E-Class and that's just the beginning)
Worldwide (I'ma live it up) Until I die
(Coast to coast) From the N.O. (Back to the N.Y.)
(Far out, risin'
and out the gym, feelin' slimmer than spaghetti
Stackin' muscle on these bones, yeah I got the hoes sweaty
Wait a second... Yo, we all outta weed
Let's go
wild trying to rearrange other artist's
Street dates in fear of a wipeout in retail enter chart movement
Although no one knows the exact cause
ohhhh
F.M. D.E.M.I.G.O.D.Z.
It's like oh, ohhh, ohhhh
D.I.P.S.E.T. S.O.B. G's
[Ryu]
I came from pumping 60K out the trunk switchblades
Sticky stuff
Ugh, Shinoda, that's right, Ryu
Celph Titled, yeah, Demigodz
Dipset, Juelz Santana
And of course, Fort Minor
Let's go
It's like oh, ohhh, ohhhh
F.M
fuck it)
It's the return of the wild style, wild style
Pump the volume up
The wild style, wild style (let's do this shit, I do this shit)
It's
when you come around
Baby let your colors out
I know they told you I'm a hundred now
I done stayed by broad day
On the plane by eight-three
Everything
hay in June
Sitting by the road watching well-fires burn
By an old October moon
I learned to drive on those East Texas red clay backroads
And I
to the spirit of ol' 1956
It was pacing in the woods next to '57
Well the highway was my only friend
Cuz I went by so quick
Suburban trees were out there
the far east movements
Holly can't go party
Ain't it no drama
I don care about nothing,(Na)
Unless you wanna, unless you wanna, follow me to my
burn, for the essence in the game
The +Tru Reign+, some fell upon the one
want to BOOM BAP, I bring style by the ton
No pain, no fun, let's creep out
to keep it goin' automatically
He brought the kid out the east now they mad at me
Gospel rap back, I put that on young Majesty
They bump they head (they
(Woo!)
Black Barbie dressed in Bulgari
I'm tryin to leave in somebody's Ferrari
Spread love that's what a real mob do
Keep it gangsta look out for her
set
You East Coast niggas flow like the home grown grow
Zoo got the flavor, every color for the rainbow
Dream, on out far, pass the stars
Your
boom, boom
Go ape, ape
We're the Far East Movements
Holly can't go party
Ain't it no drama
I don care about nothing, (Naaaah)
Unless you wanna,
boom, boom
Go ape, ape
We're the Far East Movements
Holly can't go party
Ain't it no drama
I don care about nothing, (Naaaah)
Unless you wanna,
’s fuck it up)
Seventeen c’mon, ayy, yuhh
Let’s just-
I just made it out of mud
Made it out of mud
I made it out of mud
I made it out of mud
I made it out
's, in style
Never stop the movement, it's wild
Got my body shakin', yo baby Let's Ride
Right here, right now
Live this moment like it's, in style
Never
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
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