Lyrics:
moo
Farmer: don't tell me it wasn't cause I saw it and that was out
Cow: moo
Farmer: by at least 3 feet that's how far, come in look there is still
rubbed
Get fucked, get sucked, get wasted, shit-faced-ed
Pasted, plastered, puke, drink, throw up
Get a new drink, hit the bathroom sink, throw up
Wipe
you (ooh)
(Woo, ooh shit, nigga)
I ain't finished yet, not by a long shot
Cole never snooze, won't even stop my alarm clock
Shout to Ryan Coog',
jumpin like a low-low
Three-wheelin we feelin
Like the New Dynasty dominating the Nation
Pamona pimpin when im sippin that hard liquor
Hit the studio with
up
Ay yo I'm slippin', I'm fallin', I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin', I'm fallin', I gots to get up
Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up
still kickin
Last as long as you can my man
'cause when that chicken head hits the fan you got
Blood guts fingers and toes (3x)
Sittin front row
trippin'
Can't pretend when this is real as it gets, can ya?
If shit hits the fan, I Ron Artest niggas
This how I'm living, getting tatted in some house
compare crotches, cockless
Taking Tech is too toxic, toss it!
Never will the bosses take losses
Study cautiousness off this shit!
Cause some fans are
thoughts, never thought that I would amount to shit
Smoke chronic, fuck bitches, ride around bouncin' shit
From Impalas to that Harley truck
To dishraggin'
started to run you
Know I couldn't feel my feet, I was weak, I said to myself holy shit!
My shirt had filled with blood I didn't know I got hit but
or let me line flex
Listen and rewind it rebel pirates band at highest
Try this skit trampled by the stampeding feet of the fans
In the crowd
'Bout to cancel the show, just as fans below rush the entrance
Plan is a go to wreck shit, cameras in all directions
The press is 'bout to go apeshit,
Shit, fuck, shit
Boy, huh
Tobey Maguire got bit by a spider, but see, me, it was a goat
If you want space, I hope you take your helmet off soon
(man, fuck this fame)
I'm trappin' this water (trappin' this water)
Making shit shake (making shit shake)
Give me a dollar (give me a dollar)
Bitch,
your feet
John Cena shit, you can't see me
Bitin' ass niggas, you can't be me, naw
Red and blue goggles on, I'm comin' 3D
Like those media players bitch
N' Shit
I say Sorry N Shit,
We say sorry n' shit
Na Na NA
(repeat x 2)
Verse 1
I'm with my goon squad
We moving light em? all
We hits
(Translation)
So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick
Two pills I pop, 'til my
Now one for adolescents, now dos for dose
Keep yo' friends by your side, even close your foes
Now three for Johnny Law tryin' to make my chips
I
Five, four, three, two, one
Yessir, haha
2022
Big Snoop D-O-Double G
Ayo Battlecat
You know what time it is
It's time to do this shit we
scales, got my weight up heavy, like three whales
And I shit on these males, till it's stinkin'
Fouler, than a weed smell, nigga, your tree fell
See how
four-point, four-point-eight)
What did it start off at?
Three hundred thousand dollars
So it's at $4.8 million?
Yeah
Cash
Ayo, Hit-Boy
I think it's
three, four, niggas mad I fucked they ho
Five, six, seven, eight, pussies that got hit with this K
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve, don't got L's, they gotta
got the hood with the names of the crew on they t's
And I might make a funeral sweep, I ain't bullshitin
AR hit ya truck got ya hood flippin
Feet by
the metro, now that shit is retro
Like the Infrareds on my feet, baby, let's go
Sinatra what they know me by, Logic what they call me
Gotta catch a flight
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