Lyrics:
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
probably wanna get high take a flight some tangible shit
Wait... I put my self between dangelos... shit
I'm a warrior I marvel at the fact I'm lowkey...
spendin' (ay)
'Cause I'm that nigga (ay)
D'angelo (ay), Balenci' (whoa)
Me and my gang came for
The whole damn cake, nigga, gimme your slice
I hate
I always wanted to do one of these type shits
Uh, I had a yellow girl, called her, "Dandelion"
She be panty-less, so no panty lines
She's from
'cause it rhymed
Four chords, three minutes, you never fit in it
So I just take you line by line
Ooh
I'll be writing about you for the rest of my life
Harden triple-doubles on me
Iced out veins D'angelo Russell on me
Know that I'm running through the league
Hunchback Notre Dame with the team
I'm just
your brown sugar like D'Angelo
Girl, your booty look like two cantaloupes
Told me you wanted a romantic poem
So I wrote this for you like we passin notes
They don't know
They say a nigga lost his mind
But in the scheme of things I never lost a rhyme
The thin line between love and hatred
I'm the black
bro tu che ne sai
Sono Orazio ultimo ratio mi lancio sullo Sky Line
Per certi versi stavo meglio in Spagna
Ma sai cosa dicevo in video chiamata
Una
imagined it
Oh, here goes the magic tricks
Canady shops and the magic stick
D'Angelo Bailey got in shape to whoop your ass again
You depressed, you just
my song
Brain damage
Way before my baby daughter Hailey
I was harassed daily by this fat kid named D'Angelo Bailey
An eighth grader who acted
"Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo
In Los Angele's, like an Evangelist
I can introduce you to your maker
Bring you closer to nature
Ashes after they cremate you
I'm still burning duct tape.)
Bitch!
Nigga, this rap shit slow?
I'll be back selling blow
Posted right there by the store
Selling narcotics for
Niggas, I'm still grinding (yeah), I still hearing those sirens
I'm still getting chased by those lights
Only the light's lime, and my mic's
by my man D'Angelo
We make the shit Wild Hot
[Chorus: x3]
my song
Brain damage
Way before my baby daughter Hailey
I was harassed daily by this fat kid named D'Angelo Bailey
An eighth grader who acted
activates part of you that don't mo, move
You back are gettin' closer but you don't have a clue
Who only plays by the tens on the 1 and 2
Hook (x2)
We can do
only plays by the tens on the 1 and 2
Hook (x4)
We can do it too
Funkanella, funkanella
[Killer Mike]
A knot to remove your crew of those
by people who
Feel neglected and turned away by the system
Beverly D'Angelo: Exactly
I mean it's like we had in Watts
Or the riots in Chicago in '68
one by one,
Want you to line 'em up, line 'em all up,
Line 'em up, line 'em all up.
Line 'em up, line 'em all up, line 'em up,
Line 'em all up.
truth
Too many lyrics 'bout houses and loot
Too many Walt Disney characters, mouses and goofs
I mean you know I love a challenge, but challenged by
see it'd be
Twenty-two or so, older soldier on my team
I put you in my video
And give you plenty of dough
By my hotel room, Four fifty four
Hope that
You look just like how I'ma be
Sacred geometry
In a line, in a line, in a line, in a line, in a line
Three angels in kind, on time, go straight,
still getting chased by those lights
Only the light's lime, and my mic's on
And my time is none, because I'm writing more
I don't hear to meet a soul
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