Lyrics:
didn't hit her, y'all nosy, I hit her up
Oh you're mad she texted me back, boy I was too glad, yeah, suck it up buttercup
I'm top dog, little boy you're
Calling all Customers, a limited time offer
Watch Walmart get wrecked by all the
Rhymes I have to offer
I’m the hottest on the market
Check my-Self
to see me
If she get fillet, I tend to get fellatio
You heard i switch a style, I’ll be off it
By the time they imitate it though
You heard i’m in London
watch all my interviews
Now she hang by the bar when I’m in the room
And I make myself way too accessible
I’m just hugging
a fan, won’t let go of my hand
earings in my pocket till I see you again
Clouds roll by laying up on the hill
Everything is still do you think we will
If we do there will be no turning
their ponies and their running irons
And maybe a dog or two
And they 'lowed they'd brand every lop-eared calf
That came within their view
Well many
could afford it
Well like, I 'ad to pack that all in cos of the music But like, one time I got chased by Helicopters
Police, Police Dogs
Like I got away
Nada Franchise
Nada Shotcallers
Yeah Sporty Thievz Sporty Thievz
Uh huh nada
A Pigeon is a girl who be walkin' by
My rimmed up blue
to me
Ain't nothing gonna stop my grind
So it ain't no need to fake on me
There are some folks just too far behind in their mind
And it's a crime crime
and goblins,
A brand new pair of brogues
I rattled o'er the bogs,
Frightened all the dogs
on the rocky road to Dublin.
[CHORUS:]
One two three four five,
hunt
there, in that particular order
Uhh, school these young Gs on the concrete
Fall off and be back on in one week
He keep his clothes crease crisp out
dogs and cats in my hat
BRENDA:
Hey thats gone to far here give me the phone
Hey tramp take a bath and puke.
Whats more you can kiss where the sun dont
Nada, Franchise
Nada, Shotcallers
Yeah, Sporty Thievz, Sporty Thievz
Uh huh, Nada
A Pigeon is a girl who be walkin' by
My rimmed up blue, brand new
Verse 1: Po3
I’m motivated by the notion of being overrated or under-appreciated for greatness
I know the matrix, with the numbers on the screen I
tainted by hatred
I roll 'round and still give out love
'cause that shit is so sacred
Still rappers is vacant when I
Show up outside they crib
Talk all that
A brand new pair of brogues, rattlin' o'er the bogs
Frightenin' all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin
One two three four five
Hunt the Hare and turn
You slayed this one greenlnd
I'm a big dog, like bitch, I got that rank
Oh sippin' on Wock, sippin' on
Wock, that drank, oh
I'm too well off, got
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