Lyrics:
niggas now everybody playing
Spending everything on Alexander Wang
New Slaves
You see there's leaders and there's followers
But I'd rather be a dick
I'm the reincarnation of Patton
And I've got Hannibal's heart in my chest
God told me I would have rivaled
Alexander the Great at his best
You're
A legend I shall be
And love I'm to create
Telling future tales
Of Alexander the great
Little baby dawn
Is unlike any other
Beg for happy days
Won't
I would like to give a shout out to Big Yeet, Big Yeet
Charlie Alexander the fourth is my son
I just want to put my seal of approval on his music
I'm
1776
New York City
Pardon me, are you Aaron Burr, sir?
That depends, who's asking?
Oh, sure, sir
I'm Alexander Hamilton, I'm at your
I will be here 4 u
I'm not writing the lyrics because you hear them with your ears
This song is an apology, to who I love-my brightest Star
You Got It Goin'
M. Alexander Lauer, Klaus Bittner, Samuel Jersak, Eckhard Jung/T. Alexander Lauer
When You see me, there's so much more in Your
Alexander know he had a horn.
Why it disappeared when sunrise?
Alexander stand out of sight.
Wearing white moonlight, close your eyes.
Oh find me
Alexander Wang, I pull up with the gang
Alexander Wang I cook it up like PF Changs
Straight off the lot, We skirt off in a Bentley
I'm schooling you kids this
my name on Instagram
You can't deny that
You see my snapchat
But you'd have to type it in
Cause I'm not in your following
Oh Alexander
I'm so glad I'm
the love you save may be your own!
Darling, look both ways before you cross me
You're headed for the danger zone.
I'm the one who loves you!
I'm
'n telefoon
En voor de televisie zit ik lekker op m'n troon
Hij is de lookalike van Willem Alexander
Ja dat issie al een hele tijd
In heel de wereld vindt
just be happy they getting leeway
My name Barbie, bitch (my name Barbie, bitch)
Alexander, made me Queen
I'm pulling up with the King, I'm late to my
Whippin' through the plains
North across the motel rendezvous
You know me, I'm still a-movin'
Just as slow as ol' molasses
Bacon cooked up good
what? Botherin' me (bih), what?
Balmain jeans, ooh, what? Ooh, ayy
Alexander McQueen (go), skulls on me (ice, what? What?)
(Lil Boat)
I'm on the top
Tear Me Apart
Written by: Nicholas Benjamin Howell, Alexander M. Howell II, Jonathan Johnson, Miclain
I’ve been sweating all night long
I can feel
the soda
I been on the block crip stops with my pistol
That girl watching over me, yuh i'm so godly
I don't need nobody i'm like Barkley
Fuckin on a Pisces,
Layin' tracks just like a railroad
Oswald, Versace, Vivienne, you get the message
I designed them beats like Alexander threads them dresses
Ah mmm
I be
For the revolution
Heed
If you repeat yourself again I'm gonna
Scream
Honestly, look at me, please don't read
Not your interests
Don't
'bout to fuckin vomit
Dirty all in my stomach, tell me how bad do you want it? (I Swear)
Prada's what I'm rockin', Alexander got me cocky (I swear, I
right now
Tomorrow, tomorrow (tomorrow, tomorrow) I'm talkin' right now
Tomorrow, tomorrow (tomorrow, tomorrow) ain't no such thing as tomorrow
The love you save may be your own
Darlin' look both ways before you cross me
You're heading for a danger zone
I'm the one who loves you
I'm the one you
heard what's happenin'
Why I'm so down
We're still happenin', baby
Right here, right now
Call her Alexander 'cause I treat her like my queen
I've been feelin like I'm gotti
Cold shoulders, devil watching I know god got me
Catch me posted wit the mob probably Alexander's on me when I'm
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