Lyrics:
as if the money connect
Blow a ransom on the yacht, have a seed in Quebec
Respect my exquisite mystique, pretty petite
Little hookers running wild,
And pretty soon you'll find some nice young
Satanist with braces and one
Capital "O", significant Other
And you can take him home to your mother and
Say "ma,
you're pretty in the mornin'
And some nights we'll go out dancin'
If I am not too tired
Some nights we'll sit romancin'
Watching the Late Show by
you're pretty in the mornin'
And some nights we'll go out dancin'
If I am not too tired
Some nights we'll sit romancin'
Watching the Late Show by
the last summer
It's the last summer
I'm talkin' cannon balls and lemonade stands
A little sunburn that'll turn to tan
Pretty young thang can I hold your
your man what I said, fucking with Dreads
In the 500 I'm blunted, most wanted by Feds
Lock me up, your little ass copied up
Had the whole East Side
with the hotter weather
Looks like By April you know In theory
When it gets a little warmer
It miraculously goes away
I hope that's true
And I think
So you wanna be in my world, darling?
Well I'm about to show you how the game
Is gonna be played by my rules
And no one else
It's a pretty uh type
got these little kids running home
They don't want the zap zap straight to chromosome
Imma "volt absorb" so I guess that's my ability?
"Quick feet" so
It's K
Got a freaky little bitch and you that she suckin
I'ma pull up with guns and keep on bustin
I pull up to the block, you know that I'm stuntin
Okay
Stoner Gang
Shout out my brother
Shout out Lor Dice
Shout out Gs
Shout out Pone
I ain't forgettin' none of y'all
Y'all know what it is
I
Older brother one of my best friends
The near future, might buy him a Benz
Get along real well like a chain link fence
Playin Halo 3, he is the best
come and you shave my head again,
that old domestic rite.
cn orbit and a new babooshka arrive,
a century of silence gone by.
Little Julia,
i'll take
treat me like a stepping stone?
Better yet a pedestal
Swear I'm worth way more
I'm finally getting what I would pray for
Surrounded by people that got
just stay up in my house, that's okay by me
And my brother stretch him out, he don't play about me
I been reffin' round, got the plays round me
Girl, do
and he left our babygirl Exposed
I don't even know how you survived, with all that trauma you been through
If I ever meet your brother I'll kill him for he
ntlala
But ema pele, when did I become this type of brother
The type who's looking for validation from others
You were always the loner in the corner ha
Yo bro, I think I had too much Hennessy, man
This Hennessy getting to me
I ain't gon' lie, I'm a little smizz
I'm a little drizz
But we in the club
a keep milli, got to keep a brother lavish
Like a white in Congo, I’m taking all the gold I don’t really really stress shit
By the way this car goes, I
time with one or two other friends
that I lost along the way, a young girl shot in the back in the head
And two brothers that swung by a noose on a cold
Roll the dice on number one then roll again to get the two
Climb the tree and reach the top where I enjoy my pretty view
I keep fighting for my family
You can call me a nihilist, but
I'm pretty sure God settled for us (x4)
[Verse 3]
In the middle there was she, eyes drooping from exhaustion
#2 yellow,
problems
Let's try and use a real life example to give you an idea of how to do this
Alright, you got a little brother right?
Ya
I want you to teach him how
whack for the daddy Oh
there's whiskey in the jar (yell "HEY" with a simultaneous clap)
I counted up my money and it made a pretty penny
I took that
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