Lyrics:
couldn't wait for this shit to drop (y'all couldn't)
I ain't got no rap friends left 'cause all the shit I pop (I don't)
And if y'all know me, y'all know I
cause the pain
It simply make up
Only just to break up, oh baby
And that ain't no fun to me
I said it ain't no fun to me
Leaving you, it sure ain't
looks so hot out in there crew
Some small stomach some Tommy too
Ain't looking at that they all look good
In there bickerney two piece bath suit
Which
He says: I'll get release, when death gives me peace, Cause then,
No one will bother me again
That's where I'll hide, by my lord Jesus side
Tommy
no ties
You say you real man that shit was a lie
You hitting plays but you ain’t getting by
He know how to skate but he ain’t tryna slide
He know how
me pain
Oh, it seems we make up
Only just to break up, oh, baby
And that ain't no fun to me
I said it ain't no fun to me
Leaving you, it sure ain't
Yeaaa
Let's have some fun
Carry the torch olympic gold on my body
Dexter in the laboratory but this here not a hobby
Bout our pickles like tommy I
hella rude
I'm the reason that your favorite
Rapper's in a bad mood
My name is Logic, I was born in 1990
Ain't no need to remind me
That when you listen
leave me alone
Are you taking these shots
Tommy ain't do it alone
Can you work for this gold
Now so leave me alone
I take all the credits
Man doing
Fuck what you say, fuck what you think
Like dishwater, take your thoughts and dump them bitches down the sink
Ain't no jokin', lay you out before yo
the way, the one by the way
I ain't trippin', I just do this shit for fun by the way
The truth by the way, the proof by the way
Mr. front up on me know I'm
for "The Jakes," no luck with them
Me and you not the same, you a punk to them
I was swervin' the lane on a paper-chase
Ain't no tellin' how much cake
oh-La
We say oh-La
Well I heard they castrated Castro
Because he was the people's friend
They told him once and they told him twice
Said I ain't
We on the top
No muthafucka stopping me, none
I just be rapping for fun, lil tommy look bad with a gun
We eating up subway for lunch, you know I be
auto-matoes, used to call me fatso
Now you call me Castro, my rap flows
militant, y'all faggots ain't killin shit
Ooops Cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid
auto-matoes, used to call me fatso
Now you call me Castro, my rap flows
militant, y'all faggots ain't killin shit
Ooops Cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid
Look me in my eyes and tell me I ain't got it poppin
Flipped up my middle finger
When I rolled up to the stop sign
Drip down to my ankles,
Tommy Hilfiger
your dance, do your dance
I ain't signing with no label unless my cash be in advance
Only selling by the pound no window shopping for a gram
I don't
up (Doublin', doublin')
Ouu, I'm runnin it up
My dawg under pressure he still comin up
Ouu I ain't calling no bluffs
Loc' got the lethal he cover it up
Francisco), City by the Bay yeah
(San Francisco), he he he he hey
(You've got me)
(San Francisco), San Francisco
(San Francisco), take me to the water
ain't no funny
I just wanna make it a nigga been hungry
I ride with the niggas I feel like I'm Tommy, Might make me a million and turn to a ghost
I stay
Oh no Santa
What have you done
I just saw you
With a glue gun
Poor little Tommy Jingles
A broken toy from Kristopher McKringles
Toys ain't the same
morning
It feel like it's savin me
My nigga got locked up and left dem bands
He know they safe with me
Niggas better slow they road and stack
It ain't no
There's nothing left
There's nothing left to lose
Let me start things off by saying Tommy Rest In Peace
You were my uncle, my work partner, painting buddy
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