Lyrics:
(Aha), streaming all of this shit (woo) straight from DVD (Aha)
I'm the one who sees it clear, never fugazi (Aha)
Do (do) you (you) remember that time
a DVD, we fuck
At the BNB, you drunk
Like who's at the door?
Self-destruct
Who's at the door?
Self-destruct
Who's at the
on the 26
That shit had made my day
Niggas know who run the A
Bitch, it's the whole BSK
Lil' Myke smokin' Emmit
If you touch him, be prepared to lay
Sendin'
booty by booty by booty by booty by hay!
Wasn't it you who left me alone
Wasn't it you who called me on the phone
Wasn't it you who wrecked my home
Uh uhh, Lil' Flip (Lil' Flip)
I'm hoppin out in a Fendi suit, I got DVD's in my Bentley Coupe
I got hoes that's 22; they buy me clothes and tennis
to the ground
And then it's got you wishing that you never made a sound
You thought about it for a minute now It's funny how
What goes around will always come
Your love has made us who we are
Called out of nothing now we're everything
Out of nothing now we're everything
Your love has made us who we are
Oh oh
a passport for my brain, my mind travels
You don't know who's a snake 'til after they attack you
How do you identify 'em not all snakes rattle
Savages on DVD's
was raised by Sister
Never talked much growing up but Deep down I miss her
And when she cried to my parents I Always dissed her
Becoming who I am now
breeds for me
So B is me, now tbt, I grew up watching DVD’s
Just being me and chillin as a kid who’s now at the CV
I don’t get A’s, just BCD’s, I like
are you
Who are you to tell me I’m alone
Who are you to tell me I’m alone
Who are you
Who are you
You musta' made a big mistake
I’ve done climbed too
to find them
We had no DVD
No internet
No BBD
Not a thousand different channels on TV
No 5G panels
We made friends
And you are one of them
You are one
Who's gonna save my soul now
Who's gonna save my soul now
(shit, i've been havin' a lot of questions)
Yo, what is life to a man who ain't livin' it
out to all the refugee gangs around the world
Signal, signal, y'all need to chill with the drive-by's
It was the fourth of July I heard the cherry bomb
Make it sound dope, I'm a God like Kanye
Never really thought I could reach my zone
But I made it in the goal now I'm outta control
Never need no throne
picture screen
Made it so the black guy doesn't die by the opening scene
It's the decline of the cathartic writer
And the label's who couldn't market
hear? (huh?)
Who that there?
Who want the smoke? (the smoke)
Who want the smoke? (word)
Who want the- who want the- (word)
Who want the smoke?
come right by me
When I want to be alone
Who's gonna love me
I thought time would make everything better
But it only made things pass
Too much room
the back shooting craps wit the axe-wheelers
Relax 'til it's, time for the immaculate miraculous
Thirteen, ooowww, the illest!
To all my niggas who been
him but that's the motion
Just hope he knows by the way I'm speaking
Now the younger's beefing
Cos the older's missing
I'm just praying that they don't
fo' - do
Any one of my cars or truck made by Lincoln
Peel out on every block - wheel rubber still stinkin
Don't run up on me too quick, you better
dude don't got no brains anyhow! Shit
I got my bell bottoms on with my cherry incense
My tailor-made slacks with the dick print
My afro pick with
all they opinions
Now who's wrong?
Look what you created
You ain't what god chose
You made to rock clothes
And mumble like pot froze up your brain in
and a made a J
Whoa why don't we talk about them DVD's
Rush Hour 1 through 3 on three TV's
Hold up we gotta teach these boys how to do math
Count the TV's
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