Lyrics:
time for the Bean Town
Go ahead and pull them 3's out
Real quick change the scene now
Palm trees by the beach now
I got what you need while I'm still
baby
Check this shit out right here, uh
E Pluribus Unum is the album I'ma drop
It'll make you bitch niggas as hard as rocks
Giving head
GOAT, you gotta pull him in
Let's catch a vibe right now
Turnin' up like this could be the damn last time
Looking back, I swear I should be dead by now
Man this is the album motherfucker like
We been doing this shit in the back like
Like in the back of the room like
This shit gon' go hard
This is
album baby, I came back around
By myself this time, back off the wall
Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
album baby, I came back around
By myself this time, back off the wall
Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
consult your album
And show you how to stay off my dick
That's the thing I hate the most
Can't even call you a man
When you gotta call out my name
To get
the man
They coming back don't got no time for that won't give 'em any chance
It's in the hands of you know translation to the nonbelievers people pleasers
wrath
Wrath play house, is where it's all at
Through anything, album stay on my back, back
Can't reach the charts, with all this weight
Ain't dropping no
And you ain't got nothing to say (what!)
Well it's album number two right (yeah)
So you gotta let 'em know (that's right)
So do your thing (yeah)
Take
back
Hop, hop, hop, word
Where do we go, where do we go, where do we go, go now from here?
Ghost showers got you by the hour, holding you, taking
(Guys this orange, is ginamenerosorous, whatever you-)
Uh
Feeling like an idol
No Abel
No wheelchairs
Not disabled
Broke my leg
Once I was 12
(Walked
bigger than Godzilla's back, nigga
You are not real and in fact, you'll feel the effect
Of a crack dealer, y'all president sends me smack
And got a Mack
bigger than Godzilla's back, nigga
You are not real and in fact, you'll feel the effect
Of a crack dealer, y'all president sends me smack
And got a Mack
attention
And not to mention you look like you're on a pension
You look like that ronald MC Donald and MC hammer
And by your heavy breathing I can tell you
Tell me what you're doing coming in so late at night
I wanna know
You say you're going out with childhood friends from way back when
Where do you go?
into the deep end
By unpopular demand
But what I been through’s what I wrote through
I cuss, fuss, but courteous as fuck when I approach you
This album's
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be a little kid with
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
quote
On the first few albums
That "that present day composer
Refuses to die, " by putting his name on the
Albums, I led a lot of people
In the direction
The candles matches whooof he’s back now
With Madrox, Blackfoot back to black out
And when you're coming back to reality blowing out the candles it be Nos
joint right here?
How many people recognize this song?
This shit right here is called "You Got Me", ya nawmean?
It's on our album which is called
Covers, videos and all that shit
Fuck you post-Drake-ass cliche-jerking, LA-Slauson rapping
Fuck-nigga-ass Hypebeast niggas, now back to the album
finish it
I feel like Bradley in Limitless
My albums a movie no images yuh
I took a second perfected my craft
Then I come back like I'm swinging a bat
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