Lyrics:
through the game, then rep for the borough
And there ain't no name that can make me shudder
Woke by a clock, and I wouldn't be alarmed
Nah
Sheero, how
I wanna be the best who ever did it
Don't know if that goal is feasible, or it isn't
But if it is then God, if you're listenin'
Please grant me
your fist clenches, you're pissed
You just wanna get someone with shit, jump on this
You're 'bout to get your shit pushed in, I'm just inches away
on in your parents' bedrooms
Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose
But can't, but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
"My bum is
Pit done started a revolution
Now all they wanna do is follow, follow
But chill i went from tia servin me
Meals to makin a meal
So fuck with your deals
wouldn't be possible
Oh yeah, your mom called and said, you guys should take a nap
To Sacramento, BMD and Danny Lovitz out in Arcada
I gotta say thank
specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'
I'm a beautiful guy
And you have just walked by
And I have gave you the eye
But you pretend to be shy
But I'm a beautiful guy
(you know what I mean? you
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
wouldn't be possible
Oh yeah, your mom called and said, you guys should take a nap
To Sacramento, BMD and Danny Lovitz out in Arcada.
I gotta say thank
specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'
Got a nigga wantin' it so bad I'm 'bout to pass out
Wanna dig you and I can't even lie about it
Baby, just alleviate your clothes, time to fly up out
I loved to multiply
And I told my nigga Big I'd be multi' before I die
It's gonna happen whether rappin' or clappin' have it your way
Cause if
I'd rather be romancing
She had me Inside Out And Upside Down in the back of my Cortina*
Hit Me With Your Rhythm Stick
(Parody of CARS by Gary Numan)
a character, action figure
Niggas laugh at ya
You niggas wanna be Migos
But you niggas know that you is not a trio
Sit back and observe I'm drinkin
to be
No, nigga, seriously
We don't wanna hear your conspiracies
And we don't wanna hear your political views 'bout extraterrestrial activity
Look,
and only you, babe
Express yourself
And let me be me
Express yourself
Don't tell me what I cannot do, baby
Come on and work your body
Now Joe wanna be like
brains.
I don't wanna nitpick Tom, but is this really your plan?
Spend your whole life locked inside a mall?
Maybe thats OK for now, but someday you'll be
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
while I multiply your undivided attention
But be reminded that if I didn't mention
I lose my mind and my temper you'll be the first one who finds him
she be healin' that shit
And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick
And you just wanna tell her everything she might need
But
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
nigga! Yeah
[Verse 2: B.o.B]
I'm that nigga that you heard about by word of mouth
They probably say I change the music in the dirty south
Now that
of a soldier
I wreck your whole mob then tell ya I told ya!
[Chorus]
Cause I don't jab around you, I come inside
Bob and weave, deceive until you get
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