Lyrics:
Goodwill loves me Macklemore than you
I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat
All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats by Dre
Thank you very
Check check, yeah!
Put 'em up! Put 'em up!
Yo yo, JT money, Sole!
Throw 'em up! Throw 'em up!
JT Money, Sole!
Aiy ya ya ya ya ya ya (who
of dawn
Now I got a man coming on right now
He's guaranteed to throw down
He goes by the name of Wonder Mike
Come on Wonder Mike do what ya like
I
ya
You a sellout if you glorify that trash
That does not meet the criteria
I'm a patriot, I've united states
Every bill I check got Buccs and
Nears Tom
Twenty-three, twenty-three, yeah, twenty-three (shot)
I got shooters and they're with me and they never
Miss
Twenty-three, twenty-three, yeah,
to rain,baby I can take away ya pain if ya trust
Me close ya eyes feel the magic never leave when ya need me I do ya just
Like daddy
I met her when she was
home
And if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me wrong
But after your three wishes, blow it out ya ass!
If you mad I'm on top, then wish me gone
If you
Hustlin' gots to stack my dividends
Deep down south I used to try to stack my fuckin' ends
Hangin' on the set tryin' to stack some fuckin' dividends
everyday
Been through a lot of years, oh my days
Wogb3 j3k3, wogb3 j3k3 aye!
I say nobody dey love you but yourself (ya! ya!)
So we keep it grinding
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Mlessa9 bab f labyrinthe tesma3 tech9a ettih
Mate3ya w terta9i 9olna ga3 li m3al9a etti7
Mat9arennicha m3a el 9ati3 nchoufhoum mel
more deep,
Swimming at large,
Waiting for me,
I don't wanna love ya,
I don't wanna love ya,
But what if i do,
Hoping that ya love me,
Hoping that
the dough
All you got is three niggas kicking at your door, ha ha
Here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics
It goes one for the ghetto, two
Check check, yeah!
Put 'em up! Put 'em up!
Yo yo, JT money, Sole!
Throw 'em up! Throw 'em up!
JT Money, Sole!
Aiy ya ya ya ya ya ya (who
That's that boy Bird, rock 73rd
Letem boys know we goin fed, what ya heard
Got that Lil Three, and that
Mans off that Botany
Got that boy Joe thinking
That's that boy Bird, rock 73rd
Letem boys know we goin fed, what ya heard
Got that Lil Three, and that
Mans off that Botany
Got that boy Joe thinking
carpet burns off the rug
And to get nutted on by nine niggaz with diamond grills and guns
And how you got on my microphone and sung a sixteen
Ya
a lover
Feel it in your liver fight a homeless man is operating on ya
Your mind's fucked smoking trees
Principal said you got your degree from Chat GPT
Whoosh
When you got your brain doing small time thinking 3up the 3up
Couples are together what you saying about lockdown
You need to 3up the 3up
If
accused
I leave ya funky
I put my trunk-y
Hair by a monkey
So what ya self cuz I'm down to act a donkey
In the N.O. town, jackers 3, 4 deep
Put ya sleep if
Mo Wo Ibi To Ba De,
(I Looked At Where I Am)
Bi Iye Mi O Ba Si Lati Yin Ooo
(If I Don’t Give You Praise)
A Je Pe Mo Ya Alaimore
(That Would Make Me
At Where I Am)
Bi Iye Mi O Ba Si Lati Yin Ooo
(If I Don’t Give You Praise)
A Je Pe Mo Ya Alaimore
(That Would Make Me An Ingrate)
Mo Wo Ibi To Ti Bere,
(I
Am)
Bi Iye Mi O Ba Si Lati Yin Ooo
(If I Don’t Give You Praise)
A Je Pe Mo Ya Alaimore
(That Would Make Me An Ingrate)
Mo Wo Ibi To Ti Bere,
(I Looked
to California and be a forever stoner
By the way, did I mention that I got glaucoma
I'm lying, I just love the smell, the aroma
Gelato, birthday cake, Runtz, sour
make me bury you
If you sit on my swagger, bitch take some carellflu
Don't underestimate the damage caused by a '22
Pop yo' ass right behind the ear
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